Jul. 6th, 2005
Fun and Fruity
Jul. 6th, 2005 09:59 pmGrowing up is realizing that everything, and I mean everything, in the world is made up of text and subtext. It's like a dawning, pulling away the veil and suddenly seeing things with brand new eyes. It's a process of loss.
It's also acknowledging that you don't enjoy things at twenty-eight in the same way that you did at six. Sure, you treat your Popsicles with the same intense, single-minded delight that you always did. You still race to catch every syrupy drop before it escapes to the ground or onto your favorite white blouse. For you, there's still the same sense of disappointment as you watch that red stain bleed across your shirt, even though now you know mom-type secrets to remove even the most persistent of stains. The difference now is that it's your favorite blouse because maybe it's the shirt you were wearing when you met your One True Love.
In a way, maybe it tastes even better than it did when you were a kid. A frozen, sugary desert that reminds you of childhood and summer vacation. Days by the local swimming pool or streaking through the water hose in the back yard. Fireflies and mosquitoes and dark nights sitting on the back porch and looking up at the stars. Nostalgia is always sweet.
Growing up is a way of changing and it has a way of reminding you that six and twenty-eight are worlds and meanings apart.
Growing up is glancing up from your focused, nostalgic enjoyment of a childhood treat to catch every boy at the BBQ watching slack jawed as you go down on a Big Stick.
ETA: Going to have a margarita. Hope you had a good day.
It's also acknowledging that you don't enjoy things at twenty-eight in the same way that you did at six. Sure, you treat your Popsicles with the same intense, single-minded delight that you always did. You still race to catch every syrupy drop before it escapes to the ground or onto your favorite white blouse. For you, there's still the same sense of disappointment as you watch that red stain bleed across your shirt, even though now you know mom-type secrets to remove even the most persistent of stains. The difference now is that it's your favorite blouse because maybe it's the shirt you were wearing when you met your One True Love.
In a way, maybe it tastes even better than it did when you were a kid. A frozen, sugary desert that reminds you of childhood and summer vacation. Days by the local swimming pool or streaking through the water hose in the back yard. Fireflies and mosquitoes and dark nights sitting on the back porch and looking up at the stars. Nostalgia is always sweet.
Growing up is a way of changing and it has a way of reminding you that six and twenty-eight are worlds and meanings apart.
Growing up is glancing up from your focused, nostalgic enjoyment of a childhood treat to catch every boy at the BBQ watching slack jawed as you go down on a Big Stick.
ETA: Going to have a margarita. Hope you had a good day.