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?