eleventh

These days are a crazy reminder of suntorched summer days long forgotten. Also known as OMG ITS DAMN FREAKING HOT!

So I was reading the papers in the airconditioned comfort of the office.
A girl with brain tumour had her wish granted. To be an adult. Something along the line of wanting to stay up late, club and uh, work.
I tried really hard to recall my days as a 7 year old kid... To want to be an adult.. of course I did.
Still do, sometimes.
But the working part...? Okay. Maybe as some big-shot in the office. Staying up late? Been there... done that.
But clubbing? What is that? I never came across the word until I was.. 15? Till then it was always known to me as going to the "Disco". Doesn't sound very enticing to me. Brings up images of dark rooms and disco balls and sleazy guys. Not. Nice.

Maybe there's something wrong with the society.
I'm not trying to be puritanical. I had my own fair share of alcoholic fun that I'd love to sweep under the carpet and hope my parents never find out.
Maybe it's about me working in a ______.
But when we (a friend and I) stared agape at the papers and tried to come up with our own version of adulthood... these were what we (hope to) see ourselves doing:

• earning money
• ... earning more money than what we do at our current job
• uh. being healthy, living and kicking adults
• settling down, maybe?

Maybe _____ers are the most boring species on Earth. I've often thought that way but now that the boot is on the other foot, I think... maybe all that is made out to be (fun) ain't all that exciting to begin with. (Maybe I'm just saving my ass.)

A few hours later I came up with my own list.
When I grow up, I wanna be:

• earning money. still.
• driving. or being driven. don't mind either.
• I don't know if I would be ready for all that parenting but nobody ever is, right?
• ...but I know I want to be spending time with people I love.
• still buying kooky breakfast cereals and eating them on the bed while reading the magazines.
• and the list goes on..
  

I think the older we get, the harder we try to hold on to our childhood, isnt it?


Still.
Hope the lovely girl on the papers grows up healthy and finally discovers that the real cocktails don't taste as good as the mocktail she was given... but most importantly,
still enjoy adulthood anyway...