A very adult decision
Sweeping one-handed yesterday, awkwardly pushing the broom with my limp left side, I was hassled by a passing housemate who described the image as "so sad". I told her, "Look, This is just the way I'm living now." And she responded, "Yeah, you're a grown man. If you want to go over the handlebars of your bicycle and shatter your collarbone, that's your lifestyle decision."
It was pretty funny. She's a pretty funny lady. But it freaked me out. She called me a grown man.
Later that night I vindicated myself, when at seven o'clock I had not yet eaten dinner, but instead made the lifestyle decision of digging a big soup spoon directly into a quart container of chocolate ice cream. I felt the cold cream sliding down my throat, licked the chocolate from my lips, glanced around the room, and said, "Let's be honest here. This is what being an adult is all about."
It was pretty funny. She's a pretty funny lady. But it freaked me out. She called me a grown man.
Later that night I vindicated myself, when at seven o'clock I had not yet eaten dinner, but instead made the lifestyle decision of digging a big soup spoon directly into a quart container of chocolate ice cream. I felt the cold cream sliding down my throat, licked the chocolate from my lips, glanced around the room, and said, "Let's be honest here. This is what being an adult is all about."