Why in the Hell Did I Ever Want to Grow Up?
I'll tell you why. It's because when you're 12 years old, you think that when you're an adult, you're able to do whatever the fuck you want, whenever the fuck you want. When i was 12, i was sure that being an adult consisted primarily of having sex on an almost constant basis, staying up as late as i fucking wanted, eating all the fucking McDonald's i could handle, watching tv to my heart's content and driving. Didn't matter where the fuck i was driving to, i would just drive. Oh, it would be sweet indeed to be an adult.
Like everything else i thought when i was 12, though, i was wrong about adulthood. Sure, i set my own bed time, but i have all these fucking responsibilities in the morning. It sucks. McDonald's, it turns out, isn't all that great. In fact, their food is horrible. Not to mention that i suddenly have to consider the fact that i don't want to break the 900 pound mark. And tv's great, if you have the time to watch it. Which i don't. Driving blows. As a 12 year old, driving represents the ultimate freedom, the ultimate ability to say "fuck you!" to your immediate surroundings and go somewhere else on a whim. Well, you know what? Gas and car maintenance all cost lots of money. Money i don't have. And as much as i'd love to take a random road trip to Chicago right now, i'd also like to not fail out of law school.
Don't even get me started on how stupid i was to ever believe that sex would be free-flowing. What a moron i was.
This is the kind of stuff i'm thinking of today, a beautiful Friday afternoon. A Friday afternoon i'm spending sitting in the Grand Reading Room of the law library, staring out the giant windows onto Bascom Mall at the trees and the snow and the cool old buildings. A Friday afternoon i'm spending wondering: "If this is what being an adult is like, what do i have to look forward to?"
I guess there's poker tonight, and the potluck tomorrow. But, man, being grown up sucks. Of course, when i was 12, i hated being 12. The grass is always greener, i suppose. Of course, i prefer being 24 to being 12. I'm generally really happy with my life. It's just . . . i wish i had more time for sledding.
Like everything else i thought when i was 12, though, i was wrong about adulthood. Sure, i set my own bed time, but i have all these fucking responsibilities in the morning. It sucks. McDonald's, it turns out, isn't all that great. In fact, their food is horrible. Not to mention that i suddenly have to consider the fact that i don't want to break the 900 pound mark. And tv's great, if you have the time to watch it. Which i don't. Driving blows. As a 12 year old, driving represents the ultimate freedom, the ultimate ability to say "fuck you!" to your immediate surroundings and go somewhere else on a whim. Well, you know what? Gas and car maintenance all cost lots of money. Money i don't have. And as much as i'd love to take a random road trip to Chicago right now, i'd also like to not fail out of law school.
Don't even get me started on how stupid i was to ever believe that sex would be free-flowing. What a moron i was.
This is the kind of stuff i'm thinking of today, a beautiful Friday afternoon. A Friday afternoon i'm spending sitting in the Grand Reading Room of the law library, staring out the giant windows onto Bascom Mall at the trees and the snow and the cool old buildings. A Friday afternoon i'm spending wondering: "If this is what being an adult is like, what do i have to look forward to?"
I guess there's poker tonight, and the potluck tomorrow. But, man, being grown up sucks. Of course, when i was 12, i hated being 12. The grass is always greener, i suppose. Of course, i prefer being 24 to being 12. I'm generally really happy with my life. It's just . . . i wish i had more time for sledding.
Dude, in hindsight, being 12 was fucking sweet. Theoretically, i could eat all the McDonald's I wanted and my metabolism would just take care of it...at 20, when i eat McDonald's, my metabolism just laughs and flicks me off.