Here are some photos of me and my cousins at Yosemite when I was twelve. I was at that horrible in-between stage where I would still want to play Barbies and orchestrate these cheesy poses with my younger cousins; but then if my friends were around, I'd talk all kinds of shit in regards to drinking and drugs and sex like I knew what I was talking about. Oh, and if you would bring up said poses or Barbies, I'd protest so much that there could be no doubt in anyone's mind how hard I was lying.
Man, I still can't wait to grow out of that stage.
Here are some photos of me and my cousins at Yosemite when I was twelve. I was at that horrible in-between stage where I would still want to play Barbies and orchestrate these cheesy poses with my younger cousins; but then if my friends were around, I'd talk all kinds of shit in regards to drinking and drugs and sex like I knew what I was talking about. Oh, and if you would bring up said poses or Barbies, I'd protest so much that there could be no doubt in anyone's mind how hard I was lying.
Man, I still can't wait to grow out of that stage.
10 comments:
Churlita,
Are you really ready to give up your Barbies? ;-)
rel
“We grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves” - May Lamberton Becker
Don't fight it, embrace it.
Rel,
I think at 41, I'm finally over playing with dolls. I always liked them, because it was telling stories. I also had matchbox cars and played army too.
Bice,
Nice. And I would add, "like ourselves more". At least that has been true for me and one of the big reasons I'm really enjoying growing old.
Killer,
Yeah, I've embraced my weird and contradictory nature a long time ago. I'll still give myself shit about it, though.
I'm not sure that's a stage.
Loads of real grown ups have to just face it down: do we want someone to think we're cool or do we just want to BE cool. Be. Getting/being busy. You know what I mean. There's always going to be some ass hole SOMEWHERE making fun of something someone else is doing. Who's even got time to slap 'em down?
I guess there are those women who turn 60 and figure FINALLY they can drop the charade, but they so often have such a Fuck You I've Suffered and Now I am the Bitch of the World Attitude. Cool if that works for them, but it doesn't seem to. It seems as much of a charade as the last one.
Doesn't it seem better to get it over with early?
Oh, absolutely. I'm mostly kidding here. I've rid myself of most of my punk rock sensibilties long ago. Every once in a while I'll realize I'm trying to act cool, and then I get a good laugh at myself. I am not fooling anyone.
You can't wait to grow out of that stage? Really? I thought one of the best bits about being an adult is that we can do all the things we wanted to do as kids but weren't allowed, and if you grew up you wouldn't be able to appreciate it. Besides, no-one's really an adult, we're all just pretending. Adulthood is the biggest con in the history of humanity.
Mr Atrocity,
It's more the pretending to be cool that I'd like to stop. Which, like I said to Booda Baby, I was more kidding about than anything.
I'm sure I'll never be an adult because I'm at the same maturity level I was when I was twelve. I'm not even embarrassed that my daughters are more mature than me.
I like cheesy poses. that's still fun
Margaret,
As you can tell from my photographs of my girls, I still like cheesy poses too.
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