I’ll be 49 in a few months, and this should no longer be the case but I still have moments where I’m amazed to find out that I’m an adult! I have a wife; I have a good job and make decent money; I pay bills; I own cars; I have a mortgage; I HAVE A HOUSE! These are all things adults have; I have all these things; ergo, I’m an adult! This is absolutely mind-blowing at times!
Then it takes me five minutes to get out of bed in the morning because of the aches and pains, and it all becomes depressingly real; I’m glad I’m an adult, but do I have to be so damned old?
Then it takes me five minutes to get out of bed in the morning because of the aches and pains, and it all becomes depressingly real; I’m glad I’m an adult, but do I have to be so damned old?
Boy howdy! Don't we all feel that way! It's not so much the getting up in the morning (though that is an issue in and of itself), but how I feel at the end of the day! Mostly like chopped liver! Being an adult is over-rated. Age is just a number. Yeah, right.
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