When I was a little kid I remember thinking that the adults in my life were weird (to say the least). Some of the women (like my father's girlfriends) were concerned with things like whether a man (my father) was focusing on them (in my childhood wisdom I could clearly see the futility of this pursuit) or how the table looked with dishes and silverwar. And the men seemed spaced out, like they were living in another time.

Flash forward to today, I seem to be becoming everything I once questioned and deemed sad and bizarre. I obsess about how guacamole is presented (I just got a new dip tray from Targae...horay!) and I worry that my relationship status makes me some kind of social outcast (which it does...I don't seem to know any couples). I want popularity and prestige like every other boring person in America (snore) and I've internalized the worst of American values to the point where I'm becoming a Sex and the City wannabe (which is not to say that I'm not Single and Fabulous...I mean, come on). Still, it's dissappointing to realize that life is dissappointing at times and like some flimsy Gatsby-esque parable without any of the great metaphors...

Just for today, I feel like an adult.