Wednesday, February 07, 2007

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.


  1. Oh Lord honey. Wait until you become a mother and one day you're just driving along and BAM it hits you. I'M SOMEONE'S FREAKING MOTHER.

    It's heart stopping.

    The other day in a meeting someone asked me a question and actually, really expected me to have the answer. Which I did, thank God, but it shocked me that I'm important enough now to be asked questions and crap. I mean, when the hell did that happen?

  2. 26...sounds right.

    I think when you round that 25 mark you think ...what the hell?

    Just because you're aging doesn't mean you can't still be young at heart..and YOU...will always be young at heart.

  3. lordie i know the feeling.

    except, you know, i'm not hiring folks anymore but i'm raising folks and that's just as heart stoppingly OMG WTF!!!!

    it's very hard to realize you're a grown up...and HAVE BEEN! (good luck with the hiring!!!)

    fittingly, discussing the metabolism thing, the start of my verification word is 'fatsy' crack my ass up.

  4. Anonymous10:06 PM

    Try teaching in the same room you took mythology, science fiction, and AP Lit. Talk about finding a fountain of youth.