December 2011
2 posts
In retrospect
Sometimes I wish my friends would temporarily stop growing up and leave all the “adult responsibilities” to the real grown-ups who can handle life situations better. For a moment, I need to feel like I’m not the only one who’s stuck on the wheels of transition, hypnotized by the promise of big dreams and other idealisms.
Growing up people thought I had it all figured out...
Not so grown-up
The world makes absolute sense whenever I get the chance to have dinner with my closest friends from high school. For a night I’m allowed to think like an eighteen-year-old with Disney stars at the forefront of the discussion, completely leaving behind conversations of the kinky and the experienced often heard at the editorial room. I’m not being immature when confronted with these...
