I think my mental age is around 12/13. I find that I can still laugh at the most ridiculous things to the utter
despair of my husband. My sense of humour is still childlike, note the word childlike and not childish!
Hey, at least I can still laugh with my kids.
Being all serious and adultlike is to me just plain boring. Who needs to always make sense ALL the time?
But besides that, I find that I still feel awkward, plain , gawky, and its like I haven't figured out my station in life yet. Can that be right at 32? How strange that I see these mothers so put together, makeup , dress, shoes so sorted out all the time- and I think to myself, how DO they pull it off?
How do I manage to drive a BMW and still feel like a fake? You know, growing up we had an old jalopy and you'd see the BMW snooty ladies looking
down their noses at you.Finding myself on the opposite side now just seems like I'm still that off beat teenager that shouldn't actually be in a car like this.
Aaah. To be young and innocent!
Z
despair of my husband. My sense of humour is still childlike, note the word childlike and not childish!
Hey, at least I can still laugh with my kids.
Being all serious and adultlike is to me just plain boring. Who needs to always make sense ALL the time?
But besides that, I find that I still feel awkward, plain , gawky, and its like I haven't figured out my station in life yet. Can that be right at 32? How strange that I see these mothers so put together, makeup , dress, shoes so sorted out all the time- and I think to myself, how DO they pull it off?
How do I manage to drive a BMW and still feel like a fake? You know, growing up we had an old jalopy and you'd see the BMW snooty ladies looking
down their noses at you.Finding myself on the opposite side now just seems like I'm still that off beat teenager that shouldn't actually be in a car like this.
Aaah. To be young and innocent!
Z