Monday, May 24, 2010
There's a Good Chance I'm Immature
Realized this weekend that there's a good chance I may be immature. I mean, I watch The Bachelorette. I drink more than one cocktail every weekend and have actually puked from a hang over in recent months. Gotten in girl fights. I eat granola bars and almonds for most of my meals. I killed four very easy plants in less than a month during my attempt to become domestic and appear less like a single male bachelor. All behavior most people my age have shed. Interesting considering for most of my life people have commented on the fact I acted older than my age. Somehow I've regressed. So what do I do? Probably can't force maturity. Has to happen naturally. Or I move to LA so I can fit in.
Posted by Girl Twentiesh at 8:05 PM