I like ice cream and when I decide to have a cheat day, it’s always at the top of my list. Every time I take a scoop, I do it with so much passion and it gives me so much satisfaction which I can’t explain. On this evening I’m watching The Office (I watch the shows which people no longer watch) and this guy Andy says something that got me thinking. He said that he wished there was a way to know when one is in the good old days before they have left them.
The thing is, even with all my love for ice cream, I can’t eat it as much as I want, my metabolism is slowing down and I gotta watch everything I eat otherwise I’ll be one of those ladies who wears those huge belts with everything except that in my case, it wouldn’t be a fashion statement but a way to conceal my love handles. These days, I have to think deeper about every decision I make; I can’t blame anything on prefrontal cortex at all. Most older people whom I used to know as a child are passing on every other day. Bills keep piling up every day. Every time I go to bed, my meditation is thinking about tomorrow’s responsibilities.…arggh. There were times I never had to worry about things like these or anything much for that matter but at that time, I was longing for freedom that comes with adulthood. It feels like my previous years were the good old days but they just passed without me even realizing. How I wish that someone passed me a Memo or something, telling me to live the life to the fullest; that those times would become my good old days. Boy, I would have really lived those good old days.
Well, adulthood is finally here with his best friend Mr. Responsibility. I just wish I were a Koala. I would have no mandatory responsibilities. I could sleep for almost 20 hours in a day, have my own large space to accommodate my diva vibe. I would just be mating from July to September meaning that the rest of the months I could concentrate on eating and sleeping. The good part is, I would have two vaginas. OH! HOLY FERKING BOGAN!. Can you imagine what I would do with two vaginas, especially on a long weekend. The best part is, I would form a third vagina when I’m about to go through parturition, meaning that the other two vaginas would still be….well…good as new.
All in all, here I am. Still human, still an adult, still a woman. I can only try to make my adulthood experience epic but i don’t know how. Anyway, BRING ON THOSE RESPONSIBILITIES.
Happy and prosperous new year villagers.