Now And Then

Now and then

I have a vivid memory of being 3 years old, waking up early and immediately bursting into tears because I was so distraught about not being asleep any more. The crying was so hysterical that my mother had to comfort me.

I remember her laugh when she figured out why I was crying.

Adult me is really envious of child me for being able to do that and get away with it

Rock it out, bitches.

Things I Don’t Understand About Girls Part 2: Slut Edition

Recently, I had to make small talk with a client’s wife. 

Me: I heard that employees that look at pictures of cute animals at work they are actually more productive and get more done. Cool huh?

Client’s wife: You know what I think would make employees more productive at work? Looking at pictures of the unemployment line.

The small talk stopped there. 

Some things never change

I am still That Girl who has wild and vivid daydreams of an alternate life while walking around city streets at dusk with messy hair, too many bracelets and an expensive bag stuffed with treasured junk.

Is this what it's like to be a proper grown up? Because if so, it's perfect.

Yesterday I saw a friend that I hadn't seen in nearly 6 years. It was one of those wonderful warm surprises that started girly screams, air kisses and hugs. We chatted for a bit before she went on her way (to the airport, flying off on another adventure). 

Her last words before she got on her bus were:

"You know, I have to say, you're still so mysterious. I've always gotten the feeling that I don't know the real you. All of you. I'm only getting a mask. I've always wondered what you're like under that mask".

She's not even the first person to say that to me.