I know there is this idea that kids want to grow up too fast.

I don’t know how many kids feel that way, but I certainly was not one of them.

No siree.

I was (and still am) a smart little (okay, little no longer applies) shit.

I could plainly see how not fun being a grownup is.

Fuck that.

I just wanted to play with my Barbies and stay in school and color and read and play with friends forever.

I was not in a hurry to wear makeup.

Or wear nylons of any type – garter belts were weird, and pantyhose is an instrument of torture in my book.

Or “do” my hair!  The only ways I knew how to “do” my hair involved pain and sleepless nights with rollers on my punkin’ head.

To this day, I pretty much eschew both makeup and the doing of hair.

I have always loved clothes – so that, to me, is not a grown-up thing.

After all, past a certain age, all bodies are expected to be clothed; so you might as well clothe that body in something you like.

I did like high heels – but only for playing around in; not for actually wearing.

Grownups had to work, because grownups had to pay for everything.

Who wants that kind of responsibility?

Certainly not me.

I didn’t want to learn how to drive.  My parents forced the issue – because they were tired of hauling my teenage ass all over town.

I didn’t even want to get my ears pierced (because who needs to wear earrings?) – my Mom wanted that.

So, I don’t play with Barbies anymore (although, I do have my collectible Barbies on a shelf – watching me – and it’s not creepy at all – mostly).  I do, however, make my Dikke Dame Dolls.

I went back to school to learn medical transcription and coding (and had a 4.0 gpa), and now I do my Duolingo every day to work on learning Spanish.

I don’t really color anymore – but I will if I decide to go back to making my little Willendorable pins and charms.

I read – a lot.

And every time I do a show, it’s really getting to play with my friends!

Don’t wear makeup, don’t “do” my hair, wear comfy shoes, and the only time I wear tights or pantyhose is when I’m in a show and I “haf-ta”.

So I think I’ve avoided growing up pretty well.

Except I do work – because somebody has to pay for the cat food.

So while I may be this Fat OLD Lady – I am definitely not this Fat Old Grownup Lady!

I plan on keeping it that way – why fuck up this good thing I got going?