I tick many of the boxes that make me an adult. Age, Definately. My twenties are well in the distance of the rear view mirror. I have a job, I have a mortgage, car, passport, pay bills, plead noisy children to turn the volume down and my bones creak and squeak. Tick, tick, tick, tick.....
However while all of these point to being an adult I don't feel matured. I have a Tardis satchel bag I use every day, it contains a funny pen I write with and a key ring of a smurf. I wear Converse shoes when not at work and sometimes at work. I recently moved home and realised that I owned a hula hoop, two frisbees, three slinkies and more small rubbery balls that lit up, contained glitter or made noise, than any household without children should possibly possess.
I see people younger than myself who appear to be sophisticated, refined and grown up, it's not just their dress, posture or vocabulary. It's more than that.
I recently saw a performance of a comedian, the best comedy show I had seen, an international performer and I left on such a high I went home and booked tickets to see him again later that week. Being adult and in possession of a credit card meant that I could do that. However at the same time it was a very young, groupie type of thing to do. Like back in the day when I would see Bryan Adams in concert two or three times on the one tour (well that's given my age away - lets just say I was very young).
The other day it was announced that a well known actor married and I have to day it was a little disappointing. He was no longer available. In my head I know that it doesn't matter, I'll continue to see his films, ooh and aah with my girlfriends about how handsome he is and what a lovely gent he must be, all with no basis in reality and that's fine. Or is it? I must say I wasn't alone, women all around the globe shed tears, heartbroken about the news. I can honestly confirm that I shed no tears, there was just a small pang of disappointment. I was very upset when I learnt that the New Kids weren't going to tour Australia as a teen. After all how would Jordan know we were to meet and marry, I was sure if we only met I'd be in with a chance. Of course, that was highly unlikely but my heart said otherwise, at the time. I've moved on since.
Maybe that's the key. Maybe it is being fully aware that my flights of fancy are just that and easily dismissed. I no longer write the names of my crushes all over my pencil case or stationery. In fact I don't have a pencil case, no... wait, I do, but it definately has no names inscribed on it, No posters adorn my workspace as they did in the 80's. How impressed do you think my manager would be if I started plastering the walls with my favourite people, Glen Hansard, Eddie Izzard, Jon Stewart.... not very I can assure you as we share an office. Looking at the list, I see there has been some growth, a ginger bearded singer, a transvestite comedian and a grey haired (cheeky grinned) fake journalist and future leader of the US. (A discussion for my next entry). In my younger days the list would have had more aesthetic quality to it. These gents are all witty and clever, therefore making them most attractive.
Okay, feeling a little better now, The evidence suggests I may have matured a little. Maybe the frisbees, monthly crushes, the Dr Who pen, are all about keeping myself young at heart but overall there seems to have been some growth. I can live with that.
Until next time...
