So a day in time passed where i finally felt like some part of this definition of adulthood might apply to me.
On my birthday my mother says in passing:
"Don't be a pessimist." - Serious tone, concerned expression-
The dual translation shooting out of her head being that i shouldn't become a bitter hag (note: her pause to look at Power) especially not in front of the man I'm sleeping with.
I ignore the archaic nuances and reply:
"I am not a pessimist. I am a realist.
I don't want to submerge myself in escapism."
Enters thought:
~No, I simply want to complain incessantly about the people who do~
Lightbulb.
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