Tuesday, November 8, 2005

This transition to the real world, it simply isn’t there, you know? But that’s to be expected, I guess. I’m not sure what I could reasonably demand–perhaps an illustrated guide downloadable in PDF format or something, along with a plate of cookies and a warm glass of milk. What I expect in the short term, tonight, is the opportunity for a little sharing, a little venting, a little shventing, as my Yiddish grandmother would say. That’s if I had a Yiddish grandmother who invented words for me.

One afternoon you’re discovering the nutritional value of fruit snacks and Nickelodeon consumed in tandem. Another evening you’re trying to figure out how to pin a corsage on your date without inflicting multiple stab wounds. The night after that you’re torn between neglecting your thesis and downloading the latest Coldplay album off Grokster. And then one morning you wake to the prospect of saving a sizable wad of cash, putting your future kids through college, purchasing a house with windows and maybe a door, heady stuff like that.

Man. I wish they had a Book It! program for adults, wherein you’d earn pizza for every big person thing you did. Before you even ask, yes, your parents would still need to initial a slip of paper. Seriously, though, right now? I’m just trying to pinpoint when all this became a forgone conclusion and how to keep it that way.