i estimate the year to be around 1996. i was having a ‘boy’ crisis, and my friend’s mom, angie, let me quiz her on at what age boys ‘got a life’. or a clue. or you know, stopped talking about poop.
she told me the answer was ‘never’ and i was absolutely fascinated and horrified all at the same time. could it be? were my frustrations to be something i would deal with in all relationships to come?
nearing 30, i have to say angie was right. particularly in events as of late. but i feel that we all have junior-high-esque moments quite often without realizing it (sans the bad acne and thick glasses…oh those years were so deliciously awkward!).
anyway, i confess that at times it’s frustrating to the absolute bones and marrow that hold this body together, to see peers act a-7th grade-fool. and why is it always about relationships? yak. double yak. i’ll say it again: yak.
but i digress. maybe some parts of us are never meant to grow up.