ofenchant's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- whenever the wind blows
I treasure now, the little things, strawberry milkshakes, lollypops so ordinarily non-adult. Purple tongues. I was made to learn these things in growth, separate entities and expectations that were simply adopted by all in normalcy. Now though, it seems I was fooled, for everyone delights in childish pleasures, really. Fooled I was by a great many tall people hovering over me with loud voices and nodding fingers. It isn't nearly as unique to watch cartoons at twenty-three when I should be acting my age. It's nice, but unexpected. I still delight in barefeet and sand castles with a little sparkle that marvelling at those things is not expected. I need...bedside table, cupboards, bed and desk and many, many shelves to put things on. The girl who does need to grow up is the manager demanding a salary of over ten thousand dollars more than the salary she accepted six months ago. She knocked back seven grand. She cries in negotiation and threatens our employer. Business is not for children. Sometimes it seems all about these people we have in our lives. Puzzling over them and their thoughts is never ending. Misunderstanding them. I'll be an Auntie next year. Twice. A lot of changes. I hope they're good. 11:18 p.m. - 2005-12-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||
|
||||||