I’m 50 years old. It’s hard for me to fathom that since I still think of myself as a young adult. I’ve always been young, this is the first time I’ve been this old in a long time. I remember, clearly, when I thought 28 was old. So, what am I supposed to do about this? I suppose it would be a good idea just to let my natural immaturity continue to run it’s course, since I am chronically immature – well, only about things which seem to keep me young. I still like to pour a lot of Hershey’s chocolate syrup in my milk and scrape it off the sides with a spoon and eat it. I argue for the implementation of all electric vehicles and vehemently swear to never buy another internal combustion engine, though I’ve only owned 3 of them. I like to climb trees when no one is looking so they won’t laugh at a 50 year old woman and hurt my feelings, and I desperately want both of my daughters to not succumb to, nor accept the patriarchy of our society which is still opposed to female leadership. I still get a childish thrill knowing that Santa came when I see my Christmas stocking all bulgy lying on the fireplace hearth on Christmas morning, and am sick to the vomiting point of what George W. has done during his 8 year tyranny in office, and why we let him and his partners in crime get away with it.
So, this is my very first blog. Gosh, I have so much junk screaming inside of my head. Could I ever safely let some of it out? What have I got to lose? I’m not that important, and it’s good I realize that, lest my ego tell me otherwise, and I get myself all freaked out knowing this part of me has gone public.
Tags: aging, christmas stocking, electric vehicles, george w., Hershey's chocolate syrup, immaturity, internal combustion engines, tree climbing, tyranny, vomit, youth
