I’m never more agitated as when I’m trying to be, or I’m being forced to be all grown up. All grown up is over rated. “F” it. I encourage you to commit to being 3/4 grown up at a maximum. Then once you’ve set that goal, focus your energy on the 1/4 staying young and childlike piece.
Life will mature you all on its own. The bigger challenge is staying youthful, vivacious, flexible, fascinated, surprised, etc.
I’m always making shit up…games, plans, events…designed to just be fun, funny, and stupid.
Some are intimate inside jokes amongst my nearest and dearest…and secrecy is part of why we’re so tickled. I’m not sharing those.
I will however share another game, played today, that brought us much childlike pleasure. Feel free to use it. Feel free to share your own! And, as I think these up, I’ll share more with you.
When out with friends, or a large group…change your names to protect the innocent. Don’t half ass it! Make it good and commit yourselves. Some friends might be renamed based on the fact that you really, actually, always thought they looked like more of a ____ than a ______.
Or maybe you’d like to go by your stripper name? This is especially funny for men. I suggested Hercules for a gentleman in our group, but another more hard of hearing individual with us thought she heard “turkey legs,” and frankly, that was even better so our friend became Turkey legs. And we called turkey legs turkey legs all day long.
Roll with it. Let it evolve. But above all else, have fun, and stay young.
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.