Distance Makes the Heart Grow Sadder

Ugh. I miss my friends.

Now that the wedding celebrations have come and gone and my friends and I are no longer in hourly contact, I wonder if this is what it feels like to be old.

As a kid, I spent most of my time running amuck with the rest of the kids in the neighborhood. Then as a teenager, I spent all of my time with the JAPS. In college, my roommate Erin and I were attached at the hip for weeks and months on end.

Then came adulthood and suddenly, it was weird to travel in an entourage (unless, of course, you're Seth Rogan or one of the Wu Tang Clan). Why? Well, because being alone is the sign of being an adult, right?

Alone = Independent = Mature.

Bluck. I hate the word "adult" as much as I hate the phrase "slow down". I don't wanna be an adult and I don't wanna slow down.

Adults suck. Adulthood sucks. Let's face it - one you are old enough to drive, have credit cards, and go to the bar, you've hit all the best benchmarks in life so why the need to grow up when you can do all of that in only 21 years? Why not stop at young adulthood instead of rushing through it only to get to adulthood and realize that it sucks? Man, that's one 'hood I do not want to hang in.

Why, in the eyes of the "adult community", does being an adult mean that it's no longer appropriate to spend entire unshowered weekends sitting on Amy's porch drinking wine coolers and gossiping? When did stopping for hoagies while canvassing the shopping malls of Central PA with Jen become such a luxury? Why do some people look at me funny when I seductively wrap a pashmina around my head yet Karen and Abbie think it's freakin' hilarious?

Grr, adulthood. Let's face it - I just can't be a part of it.

I want to stand in Julii's backyard with a bunch of teenagers and talk to her cousin about textiles while we watch as her parents are the only ones dancing to a Beatles cover band; I want to skip and hold hands with Yolandie as we walk to meet Liza, Strachan, and Sophia at the pub for yet another lazy Sunday afternoon and then I want us all to go back to the cottage to meet up with the rest of the gang; I want to spend a week hiking the West Highland Way with the Walking Girls and sleeping in whacked out farm house bed and breakfasts run by Vegan witches; I want to gather all the JAPS together at a cabin far, far away from The Poconos Country Place and spend the weekend watching Shag, Mystic Pizza, and Practical Magic while eating Middlesworth BBQ chips. I want to spend a weekend in Margate with JMac, counting out WW points in the morning, playing strip spelling bee at The Greenhouse and walking late night to the WaWa for giant Swedish Fish.

So, What's La Pointe Of It All? It's this - adults suck and I'll never be one.

And on that note, I need to go clean the litter box; I don't need to be an adult to be responsible.