I cannot bring myself to give these things any titles other than the very utilitarian ones they're born with. Like bellybuttons; they're fine just like that. Not great, not terrible, just fine. They don't need to be fancy. And thus, the jagged justification of my own stupid laziness, carved out of a pile of scratchy, cheap wool for your reading pleasure. ON WITH THE SHOW ALREADY!
Things I Thought I Would Have as an Adult (Age 14)
1. Freedom (the definition of which was purposely left vague. What did you want the freedom to do, young Me? Buy Parental Advisory CDs? Go out late at night? Date boys? Wield a hatchet in a crowded room? All of the above, if I so chose, I guess. My life felt like I was backed into a corner, growing up. I think I thought "freedom" meant "impunity". Ah well, we all know Young Priya was not the best decision-maker ever, BUT...she was 14. So we'll [I'll] cut her a break).
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3. Money (Enough to buy all those fucking CDs I wanted.)
4. An apartment (More freedom)
5. A love of shopping (Since I hated it at the time but it seemed to give everyone else I knew orgasms)
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