Life as a Surrealist Painting
Even though I'll be 26 in March, I still think of myself as a kid. I don't feel all that different from the way I did in my mid-college years, really. Sure, my metabolism isn't what it used to be, and technically I'm an old married biddy now, but other than that, I still feel pretty non-adult most of the time.
But today I started an IRA (finally). And tomorrow, at work, I'm going to be hiring someone. Me, the girl who still feels a little bit like the skater-pants-wearing, bad-poetry-writing high schooler she was nearly ten years ago; the girl who still buys most of her clothes at Goodwill or off the clearance rack; the girl who recently spent three consecutive evenings playing 8-bit Nintendo...this girl, hiring somebody else. It's quite a shock to the system, let me tell you.