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.
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.
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?
2 thoughts on “THIS FAT OLD LADY’S TBT – I WON’T GROW UP, AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”
As they told me a while ago, growing old is inevitable if you live long enough, growing up is optional and I’ve decided it’s not for me. I’m with you in the view that dressing up should only be done occasionally when you haf-ta and should not be done at any other time. Maybe if we had grown up together we could have been life-long friends.
“Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional.” ~ Walt Disney