Wow. I have been ultra busy for the past few days, and it doesn't look like it's letting up anytime soon. This growing up lark is getting a bit intense. While that fact has spawned today's post, it also means that I might be a bit absent from the Blogosphere and related environs.
So, what's life like now that on the home stretch as far as this adolescence thing goes?
5 signs that I am almost finished with adolescence:
- Shaving has completely and utterly lost its novelty. Not that it ever had all that much for me if I'm honest. I put it off for ages, and there was always this vague sense of "ugh, another aspect of personal hygiene to keep up with".
- It might be faulty glasses, or the angle, or the after-shower bathroom mirror fog, but I have the sneaking suspicion that my stick thin arms are starting to get some shape. Should probably capitalise on this and get some exercise, but can't be bothered. Skinny is in anyway, I'm told.
- I finally have enough self esteem to look in the mirror after a shower.
- I can appreciate the difference between "good coffee" and "bad coffee," like red wine and scoff at the idea of insulting my palate with Tesco's vodka. (Possibly this was from '5 signs that I am growing steadily more snobby and pretentious').
- I listen to Radio 4, not just for the political commentary and analysis, but for the quizzes. I know that listening to Just a Minute on a Sunday afternoon while baking cookies is firmly within 'Old Granny' territory, but anyone who suggests I go and join the WI is NOT getting a single cookie. I am not kidding.
5 things I will miss about adolescence:
- Child fares. Seriously, travelling in this city is not cheap for adults, and my place of study is an hour away.
- Squeezing through crowds. It's an advantage of being small, short, agile, and having watched one too many episodes of Tarzan: the Animated Series. Ducking and diving through crowds and lines is fun.
- Looking innocent. For reasons obvious to anyone who knows me. Innocence is charming, enticing, and since I haven't quite perfected my look of smouldering smexiness with which to ensnare victims, I have quite a bit of trouble manipulating people.
- Having it puberty to look forward to. Seriously, this is it? I'm suddenly out of time? This is the body I'm stuck with for the rest of my life? That, ladies and gentlemen, is some scary shit. Not to mention that physically my peak isn't all that far off, and it's all downhill from there.
- Annoying people older than me. It's not nearly as much fun when on the receiving end.
