Adult fail
The other day, while watching a mother yell at her dawdling daughter to get out of the street, it occurred to me how routinely I now do many things I never would have even thought to do as a kid, simply because it was that obvious they would never have been allowed. For example, in the last week I have eaten chips and salsa for dinner, skipped breakfast, stayed up until 2 on a work night watching a movie, decided to take a bath at midnight (on the following work night) so I could finish my book, and engaged in numerous bouts of jaywalking that involved not just a few moments too long in the street but actually dodging cars or, in one unfortunate instance, standing in the middle of the road while cars whizzed by me on either side.
I decided all this means one of two things. The first possibility is that I am finally a grownup fully aware that I am responsible for myself and my own actions. The second is that I am sorely in need of some parents.
