All we're looking forward to is the fading of everything that mattered even in the vaguest form, to us. To growing up and going away. For the final time. To ultimately not have our parents around. To spend our lives with that one person we think we're already sure about. And then perhaps growing to despise them for their being themselves, in varying amounts, over time, because familiarity does, after all, breed contempt. To no longer have our mistakes excused or have someone pull you out of shit. To mid-life crises and monetary troubles and paying for midgets you weren't even ever sure you'd have.
It's such an unhappy list. What changed?
:) This will sound repetitive now, but I love your words..
ReplyDeleteI can't tell you how awesome that is. :) ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks!