Adultland

I always knew that I'd be a really good grown-up. I'm an old soul, or so I'm told. While everyone was being rebellious in high school and out partying in college, I was dreaming of a cozy little home to come back to after a long day of saving the world via social work. My friends were busy working their way up the popularity totem pole while I lamented the world's seeming lack of kindred spirits.

Okay, I suppose I'm making myself sound like a complete nerd. I wasn't a nerd, per se, I just refused to follow the crowd when it came to ridiculous adolescent behavior. It caused me a lot of grief. I always had conflicting emotions between what popular culture said I should be like and who I really was or wanted to be. Still, I never compromised. Sometimes I feel the urge to make up for it a bit...but I'm all too sensible for that.

Instead, I waited out my time. It's steadily gotten better, and now I'm at a place I love. High school....blah. College....definitely not a bad time. Adultland....I'm hitting my stride. I hear that once you become a thirty something, most of that nagging self-consciousness goes away. One can only dream. For now, TwentySomething is just peachy.