Sunday, June 25, 2006

Age is weird and relative (like time)

Age, maturity and grown-up-ness have been recurring thought themes recently... and this is something I'm unfortunately unable to figure out. On the one hand, I'd consider myself a grown-up. I do grown-up things such as work, earn a salary, pay the bills, deal with Biomüll, take care of the appartment, etc. And sometimes I'll even wear my fancy-schmancy high-heels and classy professional black jacket to work. Look out!! :)

In cases such as this, people usually over-estimate my age; they think I'm in my late twenties. And I've noticed that in general, people think I'm older than I am. *shrugs her shoulders*

But then there are times where my own immaturity surprises me. For example, I'll sometimes goof off with some of the teens at the church. A couple of weeks ago, I ended up being dragged kicking and screaming across the lawn and being soaked by the baby pool after shoving the Little Rascal (he deserved it - he'd been splashing me and everyone else the entire afternoon!) in. I can't even remember the last time I got into a "physical fight." Assuming such a thing has even occurred!

And then there's the fact that I can become rather *ahem* dependent on and attached to certain people... but that's a topic for another day.

So... the clincher question, as phrased by a curious twelve-year old kiddo the other day:

Kid: "Are you a grown-up?"
Mary: *ponders a moment* "Yes..."
Kid: "Oh. Well, why do you look so young?"
Mary: "It's the anti-aging cream."
(I actually didn't say this)

Actually, I don't know if I'm a grown-up. On the one hand, yes. But on the other hand, there's definitely room for improvement. So, I guess the answer would be "kind of; it's situation-dependent."

Which leads us to another question... am I a healthy balance of professional-responsible-adult and fun-goof-off-kid, or should I see a shrink to be tested for dissociative identity disorder?


Lyric of the day: We'd gather around all in a room, fasten our belts, engage in dialogue. We'd all slow down, rest without guilt, not lie without fear, disagree sans judgement..." (Thanks to Alanis)

3 comments:

Tuckle said...

My advice? Play. Embrace it all.

I feel like a kid who plays a grown-up on TV

Civil Sarah said...

I'm right there with ya, kiddo. First week of work made me realize that I'm an adult, but then I made a trip to CS this weekend and was reminded that the adult world is not completely where I belong yet. Weird limbo. If I figure out something profound, I'll be sure to let you in on it!

Mary Elizabeth said...

Rori - I often feel the same way... it's amazing how quickly we can slip from one role/level into another.

Sarah - Yes, limbo's a good word for it. I wonder how long it lasts... a good friend (used to be my mentour when I was in high school) told me several years back that she still doesn't know what she wants to be when she grows up. And she was mid-forties at the time!

And yes, I'm always open for profound ideas. :)