Dec 24, 2004 02:41
So, I still haven't gotten to celebrate my birthday. I instead spent it preparing a Christmas Party for clients. I hate being sorta grown up. I haven't really done anything irresponsible or messy for way too long. I couldn't even use my birthday as an excuse for shrugging off responsibility. I seem to be using that word a LOT. And it's getting old. I am way to young to be doing what I'm doing. Well at least I think so. Aren't I supposed to get into more trouble before I become the dominant adult? *whine* When did my peers and professional superiors start looking to me for leadership and advice? Why do I have work groupies? People are so strange, just shoot me now so I can start my next life.
And while we're near this subject...aren't I supposed to give birth before I become a mother and start raising people? Granted I have no diapers to change (yet!) but mom's gettin' older. :) Actually, she's a great person. Her health just isn't improving. My future is starting to look spinsterly. Why do I seem to always take care of other people? Is it some sadistic play I constantly put myself in as the star or am I just lucky to be constantly but reluctantly cast as the lead role?
Shoot me, I plead! I have felt no Christmas magic this year, or last year in fact. I fear the small revival I experienced a few years ago has forsaken me for an 8 year old. I think I want to believe in Santa Claus again.
What do you want to believe in again?