Guys, being a kid, for me was only slightly less complicated than being an adult. I didn’t have to deal with men or adult relationships. Sex was something repulsive and something we all laughed at because “ADULTS DID WHAT”. And I miss that ignorance tonight. That blissful ignorance. Boys were not cute. They were gross (which for the most part the ones in my life still are). And the only relationships I thought of were of John Smith and Juliet (my two favorite barbies). But tonight, I’m planted firmly in the real world. Conflicted as hell between wishing someone would act different and knowing you can’t ask someone to change for you.
I guess this will be another experience I’ll one day weave into a story. But for now, this walking blindly in the dark with a single flame is not fun and being an adult sucks.