My dad just realized he was almost fifty (he's got three more years). We were joking about something while watching "Criminal Minds," and he started waxing philosophical about the matter.
"Do you know any fifty-year-old kids?" he wanted to know, with that look on his face of amazement and something like pain. I must have made a face, revealing my confusion, because he elaborated, "Because I still feel like a kid."
In a lot of ways, he is a kid. We're so dumb together, making fun of even the movies we love, laughing about our shared genetic stupidity, swapping computer tricks and book reviews. He's an adult in all the usual ways - going to work, paying bills, buying stuff, doing taxes - but he does it with such ease and nonchalance, you wouldn't know he's worried about anything. Usually, he's not worried.
Like a kid who doesn't know any better. Like Peter Pan.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Thoughts on Family, Friendship, & Food
I have friends whose families have been in this town for decades - maybe even centuries, I don't know. I'm not an outcast around here, but since my family is so tiny, it's weird to see so many people who can be so committed to each other and supportive of one another. I'm an only child, which has never been a huge issue, though I have contemplated what it would have been to be a big sister (or the annoying kid sister with a crush on all her adorably protective older brother's friends). It might get lonely, but I hear the horror stories and realize how lucky I have it to be on my own and totally accepting of that.
But we don't really talk to my dad's side of the family; just my mom's. Through her, I only have one grandmother, two aunts, an uncle, and exactly one cousin. One. Some of my friends can't even keep track of ages and birthdays for all their cousins. I've never been excited for family get-togethers, because there's never anyone my age to talk to. I've always been a little grown-up and, now that I actually am an adult, they still treat me like a child.
But we don't really talk to my dad's side of the family; just my mom's. Through her, I only have one grandmother, two aunts, an uncle, and exactly one cousin. One. Some of my friends can't even keep track of ages and birthdays for all their cousins. I've never been excited for family get-togethers, because there's never anyone my age to talk to. I've always been a little grown-up and, now that I actually am an adult, they still treat me like a child.
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