Archive for the ‘Growing Up’ Category

On volunteerism and aging.
September 29, 2009

S: I don’t want to live 100 years unless I still have my mind and most of my body all 100 of those years; and lots of money.

C: LOOOTTTSSSSS of money, and I don’t have to hang out with other old people unless they are funny and talk about real things and don’t shit themselves.

S: and you want to volunteer at a nursing home.


On getting older.
September 14, 2009

S: MTV is such a joke.

C: I know.

S: I guess that means I’m old. Shit.

On adulthood.
September 2, 2009

S: Last night before bed I fucking FREAKED OUT that I’m TWENTY-SIX. I was like, FUCK! I’ve been out of college longer than I was in college! What the hell have I done with the last four years of my life?

C: WHY DO YOU THINK I’VE BEEN FREAKING OUT!?!?!?!? I’m about to turn 26, I’m not sure about my job, I’m not in a serious relationship, I only have a dog, and I am wrinkling up AS WE SPEAK!

On hope.
August 28, 2009

C: Oh S, maybe you just need to find hope again. That’s the only thing that makes life bearable.

S: That’s true. My hope comes in pill form. And costs me $40/month.

C: My hope keeps getting sucked out.

S: Like someone sucking poison from a snakebite? Except the opposite?

C: No, like the witches in Hocus Pocus sucking all of the youth out of the children.

S: Who are the witches in your life?

C: Life.

S: Whoa. That’s heavy.

On seeing the good.
August 20, 2009

C: What are things that are going right right now?

S: Ummmmm. God. I suck at this. Nothing?

C: Nooo that’s not true. Think. You get to hang out with me. You have a dog. You have tons of friends. You are really getting good at playing the guitar. You have time to write. You started a badass blog that SOMEONE [we don’t know who] is putting on Facebook. Mad Men is going to get better. Your husband wants to work at communicating with you.

S: Those last two are both bad things that you’re spinning around to be pseudo-not-really good things.

C: Well, you know!? I am really working on this! I don’t know what you do with your days that is good! Besides the me stuff, and I can’t justify me making your life not crumbly.

S: Maybe it is just you. Maybe that’s why I was supposed to meet you.

C: Ohh S, that is so sad.

On lashing out.
August 19, 2009

S: I’m so mad at my boss just in general that I can’t stop talking to her in bitchy voice. Once you cross that line you can’t go back, apparently. She could ask the most innocent question, and the way I answer it is SO bitchy.

C: Have you ever thought that maybe she is your real mom and you are a teenager? Because that’s how I used to act to my parents.

S: She treats me like a teenager ALL THE TIME. My coworker just commented on that the other day.

C: It would be like, “C, did you have a good day today?” “It was FINE! SHEEZ! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!” So maybe you are just lashing out…”You can’t tell me what to do!!!”

S: She really brings out the latent teenager in me. I roll my eyes at her all the time, and yesterday in response to her comment, I just said “whatever.”

C: You said “whatever”…that is classic teen.

S: I’m SO going to get fired.

C: Nah. My parents never fired me.

S: They would’ve if they were allowed to.

C: You make a valid point. I think my parents did try to fire me…my dad tried to replace me with a new wife, and who knows what my mom was doing.

On maps.
August 18, 2009

C: When I told her that we should all have a dinner one night I said that it would be perfect because we each bring different perspectives: Her: single, depressed, doesn’t know what she wants out of life. You: married, depressed, doesn’t know what she wants out of life. Me: dating someone, depressed, doesn’t know what she wants out of life. We are all on anti-depressants of some sort! But I don’t feel sad. I just feel weird…but I think that’s normal for our age. I don’t know everything (shocking I know).

S: Man, I don’t even know anything.

C: Yeah, that’s what’s so hard. When we were younger we knew what we had to do: go to school, study, make sure we graduate, blah blah blah. Now it’s find a job that makes you not want to kill yourself, find some time for yourself, but be able to maintain friendships, pay all your f-ing bills somehow on a dime.

S: I was given a map. It was: marry a man who worries about those things and have babies. Some map.

C: How is that working out for you?

S: Oh, you know, halfway there.

On languages.
August 5, 2009

C:  C’est parfait!

S:  I like that you know French. We are the same!

C:  Yes, well, the public education system has done me a great disservice because 8 years of French still couldn’t make me conversational.

S:  8 years?! Jesus. I think after 8 years the public education system is not to blame.

C: HEY! Yeah…

On competition.
July 20, 2009

S: All my friends are getting married and I’m getting divorced.

C: Ohh I wouldn’t worry about that. Your path is different than theirs.

S: Facebook is really depressing today.

C: Facebook is depressing a LOT of days.

On domesticity.
July 16, 2009

C: That Julie/Julia book is making me want to cook. However, cooking is expensive. And I don’t cook.

S: I really hate cooking. I don’t like eating enough to like cooking.