identity crisis
i cycle through several identities a day. and by identities i don’t mean “oh, gee, i feel somewhat punk today” or “it’s goth time! get out the black!” i mean actual ages, periods of life. i mean TEENAGER, PRE-SKOOLER, ADULT, and back again.
i go from watching sex and the city, season 1 (which i purchased on dvd for a sweet $15) to watching care bears. care bears: STARE!
i sit down to rationally consider the future i’m building — no really! — with my boyfriend of almost 3 and a half years, and then i stand up to flirt some more, as though i’m one of my own 12 year old charges who spend their time filling their cheeks with marshmellows and designating certain flipflops “magic”.
don’t think i’m not ashamed of this! i am! but the effects of summer camp are strange and wonderful, even on those of us who are, ostensibly, full-grown. we’re far, far from immune. for example: going out saturday night, when i was so exhausted that i could barely stand, was probably a less mature decision than my girls would have made. i virtually had to crawl home. at least i was grinning while crawling. i may be in the adolescent gutter, baby, but i’m looking at the stars.