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I like to feel sorry for myself way too often, but I think it's the necessary, unfortunate affliction of a spoiled college co-ed. It's what we do best at this time in our lives. I guess I should relish the independence, the lack of responsibility. At this age, my grandmothers were shackled with all the drudgeries of housework and childrearing (only, for them, it wasn't bondage, it was "security"), and here I sit, twenty years old, in soccer shorts and an old t-shirt, complaining about my life of freedom.
Yesterday, I went to one of our usual family parties, and was shocked by this whole new generation as it springs up; every time I come home from school, one of my cousins has created a new child. As I was playing with one of these babies (Tatum, the adorable 7-month old daughter of my cousin Kristy), my cousin Artie turns to me and says, "Kat, the way I see it, you're next. For marriage, babies, all that." I just stared at him, blank faced, as Tatum drooled on my hand and tugged on my hair. "Let me just tell you," he continued, as his new baby, Madison, started crying from her place on his lap, "have fun now, while it lasts."
On an (un)related note: Like Salinger's Franny, sometimes I want the courage to be an absolute nobody.
Yesterday, I went to one of our usual family parties, and was shocked by this whole new generation as it springs up; every time I come home from school, one of my cousins has created a new child. As I was playing with one of these babies (Tatum, the adorable 7-month old daughter of my cousin Kristy), my cousin Artie turns to me and says, "Kat, the way I see it, you're next. For marriage, babies, all that." I just stared at him, blank faced, as Tatum drooled on my hand and tugged on my hair. "Let me just tell you," he continued, as his new baby, Madison, started crying from her place on his lap, "have fun now, while it lasts."
On an (un)related note: Like Salinger's Franny, sometimes I want the courage to be an absolute nobody.