There is an odd phase of life after college graduation and some undefined time where I think you become a grown up. At least you're suppose to.
They pay bills.
They go to work.
They feed
themselves.
They own cars.
They have mortgages.
They have kids.
They says,
"kids these days."
They have it figured out.
They got to bed and
get up at reasonable hours.
They make grocery
lists.
They always do the
dishes and keep a clean kitchen.
They fold laundry
fresh out of the dryer.
They keep fresh cut
flowers on the table and have a welcome mat at the front door.
They read for fun.
Etc.
Ugh...at that rate
why would you ever want to be a grown up?
But you know what
I've discovered: there's more! there's better!
They get to stay out
late and eat Dick's at midnight.
They hang out at
lounges and watch a funk jazz band lay the base line to Rapper's Delight while
wearing a storm trooper costume.
They get to eat
really good food.
They buy nice cheese
and crackers (that is not ritz and kraft singles).
They host dinner
parties.
They shop for as
long as they want.
They talk about life
and the future and the past.
They worry the same
just about different things. Sometimes worry more.
They watch whatever
movies they want, as many times as they want.
They laugh freely at
and make inappropriate jokes.
They eat bars of
chocolate, shamelessly.
They eat Mexican
food twice a day.
They layout under
the stars and watch the Tour de France.
They have cereal
before bed and call it "dinner".
Sure I do some of
those things from the first list, but I really like the things from the second
list.
Ok, being a grown
up, I'm coming for you.
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