Sometimes, I hate being an adult. I'm mistaken for being a teenager every other day - maybe because I am young at heart, maybe because I've had the same hairstyle since I was 15, or maybe because I have been blessed with the ability to look like I am 16 until I hit 40.
I am always asked what highschool I'm doing my volunteer hours for in the hospital. I get 'the look' when I talk about my son and almost always have to stop midsentence and clear up the fact that - no, I did not have my son when I was ten. I am 26. And always, after giving my age it's the same response; "Gasp. Really! I would have given you ___" (insert appropropriate adolescent age)
But looks aside, I sometimes resent the fact that I have to make mature decisions and act like a grown up. Garnet called me yesterday on his way home and said "Skip your test today -- I want you to come with me." It was highschool all over again; school schmool.....I'd skip every other day and still managed to pass somehow. It was tempting -- but I wrote the test anyway and met him afterwards.
Holding heaven in my hands. A digital slr camera. I want one so bad it hurts. They take the most amazing pictures and I have been holding off for such a long time. Our camera is amazing and I have no problems with it whatsoever -- but it's not an slr.
Decision time: I thought about what I'd be giving up; movie mode. No slr comes with movie mode -- and I loooove taking videos.
Then, of course, the price.
Being adults - we have a house (that needs renovating in every room), we have 2 cars (-- one that is in the shop as we speak), bills, student loans, plus more school tuition coming up in the next 2 years.
I begrudgingly knew the right decision. The decision that makes every ounce of my adolescent self want to scream; "But it's not fair!!"
I put my slr heaven back.
Even though I may not look like one --I'll be an adult today.