Ooh la laOriginally Posted by ShlupQuack
Ooh la la
I'm sorry, what?
Having my Mom whine at me about taking a vacation to England soon and how I should wait a whole year to see Huxley again. Yeah, okay.
When Hux visited and stayed with us for Christmas, he wasn't allowed in my room for more than like, a few seconds, to "spare my father's feelings." That was pretty weird. Especially since I'm turning 20.
Maybe I'm crazy and I'm going to end up raising a teen pregorian ho, but once the girl is 15, I don't think I'd give a crap if she was having sex with her boyfriend or girlfriend in her room, so long as I knew there was protection in there, and the guy/girl isn't sleeze and radiating with STDs. I'd trust there to be honesty, of course, but as long as she was honest about what she was doing, I'd not care. Maybe I'd take her to the gyno for birth control or something so she had double protection? IDK.
Well, there's your problem.
My Mom thought I was kidnapped before because my run today in the park took 10 minutes longer than usual. It was daylight and there are multiple runners, bikers, and dozens of parents and kids holding baseball practices.
I've been both financially and any other way independent since I turned 19 more than two years ago.
The only time when I feel young is when I daydream. My daydreaming hasn't changed in a long time, I can use anything from a broken piece of controller to a plug connector, and in my mind it can be a space station, or an aircraft, or whatever. I've played hundreds of insanely large orchestrated battles in my mind at my desk. xD
Sadly, these daydreams are becoming less and less, as I grow up (slowly).
A few weeks ago I went to see A Nightmare on Elm Street with my sister and cousin. I walked up to the ticket counter and asked for my ticket.
Me: I'd like one for Nightmare on Elm Street, please.
Ticket Guy: *eyeballs Megan* And we are over 17?
Me: ...Sir, we are nearly 25. May I have my ticket?
Ticket Guy: I'm gonna need to see some ID.
Me:... *shows ID*
Ticket Guy: *stares*
Signature by rubah. I think.
Yeah, my mom is not quite as bad but she told me that I should not go out alone too late after dark. This was while on my cell with her as I walked to the grocery store at 10:30pm. The grocery store is 10-12 minute walk from my apartment!
Like Breine, I am still a kid at heart.
I'm probably the youngest regular here. I'm only 16.
I do still eat myself some candy though. I do enjoy candy.
Nahh, you're not the youngest. Chocolate Bear has earned that title.
I had a bowl of lucky charms for dinner
I'm one of the most childish people I know. I run around town pretending to be an aeroplane. That makes me feel young.
It's weird though, cause I'm usually mistaken for someone in their twenties (I'm eighteen). I don't really understand that.
Well most of my friends are a couple of years younger than I am which means I tend to act slightly younger than I actually am so yay for immaturity though I feel it's often hard to tell that when theres like a group of 20 - 25 year olds we're all the same. However I tend to have people think I look older, I remember on holiday that I had the guys we met out there laughing because they didn't believe until they'd seen my passport I was only 24! However what tends to make me feel a lot younger is when I'm at work most of the music on my department was recorded around 30 years before I was born so customers down there in general are quite old they always go "Oh you're only a baby!" when they're talking to me. Makes me feel soo young, I consider it something of a good thing in the long run even if it annoys me somewhat at the time.
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