Complicated
Growing up I thought adulthood would be one comfy coast to enlightment and oldness. But I am learning, time and time again, that adulthood is a knotted string of complications and impossible decisions and long periods of consternation — the kind where you can't keep your face out of your hands and your heart beats faster and faster even though you're not moving.
I don't like having to make Decisions.
I don't like having to make Decisions.
posted by theogeo | 7/19/2006 02:27:00 PM
4 Comments:
I hope those decisions you are referring are limited to the liquor store. Cause those are best decisions.
Whew, boy. I wish. Well, actually, these decisions may involve liquor at some point.
Whatever you do, don't let Jesus take the wheel. You'll end up at the Lifeway store.
I have this theory that treating childhood as some magical fantasy time whose innocence and purity must be protected is a mistake. We've extended the teen years into the mid-twenties and young adult to the thirties.
I think we should teach kids how to be adults as early as possible. Not be afraid of them seeing or experiencing the bad things in life (not purposefully, of course!) and showing them how to deal with it all.
But I'm childless myself, so what do I know? ;-)
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