sometimes i make such irresponsible decisions... i'm surprised anyone out there grants me the right to be 29. or almost 30. or an adult. or whatever measurement we use to recognize responsibility. home ownership? a career? a credit card?
i'm expecting there to be an aging patrol out there whose job it is to police both our day-to-day actions and a formal audition to determine whether or not we're allowed to be the adults our drivers license claim us to be. like, adults... with responsibilities.
like right now... it's the middle of the night, and i have to catch the first flight of the morning. counting backwards - getting to the gate on time, standing in security, economy lot shuttle, parking, the commute, breakfast, shower, at least one snooze on the alarm... there's hardly a good reason to go to sleep at all at this point. i may as well clean my room and fold my laundry... because in no time at all, 5 a.m. will come, my alarm will sound, and it'll be time to start on the day.
but, no.
i'm up. blogging... which is ultimately ridiculous.
but up until ten minutes ago, i was finishing up some work thangs that i put off, put off, put off in exchange for a long overdue night of fun with brooke.
i'm not cut out for this adulthood business.
maybe that's my punishment. maybe i get the ever-increasing number... but i miss out on the wisdom the other, more steady-paced people my age are gaining by living a full life during waking hours rather than burning the candle on both ends like me.
jokes on me.
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