I'm going through a phase that I thought only happened to the-boy-who-never-ages, Peter Pan. No, I have not found an antidote that stops the aging process. It's just that right now, reaching this point in life, where I am already in my 20s, I am afraid of growing up.
It's funny that, as a teenager, I couldn't wait to grow up, be a responsible, working adult with a profession that I loved and can be proud of. Like, when you meet someone new at a party, the number one dreaded question that can never be avoided in a conversation is....what do you work as? It's even worst than talking about the weather.
As a virgin in adulthood, and still living with your parents, you know life won't be good to you. Parents are constantly nagging at you to get a job, while thrusting job enlistment ads in your face, trying to get you to be interested in mundane office jobs. Oh, the joy of working as an admin officer! I love the opportunity it offers me, to be able to sit in front of the computer and stare at spreadsheets all day with the phone ringing off the hook!
Right now, I would give my left nut to be able to go back to being a high school student again. Only, I don't have nuts. That's why it is never going to happen. I might as well try and act appropriately for my age, be mature and all. Peter has it good.
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