I have creaked slowly into my mid-twenties to discover the common title afforded to adulthood has been misspelt somewhere through the ages. To me, 'Grown Up' implies a sense of completion, fulfilment, the realisation of potential, but these are not things I have experienced. Then again, I could be misconstruing that to take responsibility for oneself, to varying degrees, is what being a 'Grown Up' is, which is probably wrong, but is the premise on which the rest of my ramble is based.
This ramble will also include unnecessarily fancy words where simple ones would suffice and rubbish grammar; most notably, phrases of note highlighted 'as such', in the style of the MD of the company I work for who had us send out letters urging customers to call us on the 'usual' number if they were in any doubt as to any 'issues' which might beset their publication considering the 'issues' we have suffered the last few months.
Since I never 'Grew Up' in a physical sense; having my age questioned in Boots for scissors, being asked for ID in HMV and being directed to the junior section for swimsuits (in a sports shop, not HMV) are all indicators to me that I haven't achieved the adult 'look', I have realised that growing up is most likely the learning to whine and complain authoritatively.
(I just accidentally smudged a small flying insect on the screen, which was both unintentional and unfun)
There is now a cat reclining across my stomach pawing my arm with his claws out and his eyes shut. So I'm giving up. He also brought a rather distraught Blue Tit in this evening, which wasn't fun, since we managed to release it unharmed from his jaws, only for it to fly off into a wall in a panic, only to be caught by the other cat who was not so gentle with him.
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