Growing up is definitely not on my list of things that I enjoy.
I have, over the years, acquired the disease I quite often refer to as the “Peter Pan Syndrome”. The “Peter Pan Syndrome”, in accordance to its name, means that one does not ever want to grow up, or seldom acts their age. This illness is not good for the health of just graduated seniors, now freshmen in college, who barely started to work to get money for college, or for freshman who have to go buy towels and sheets and such for their dorm rooms, or for freshman who now have to learn how to make her – er, THEIR, beds. Of course, it is not good for the health of anyone going to live out by themselves who just barely learned how to separate the whites and colors while doing laundry either. Gulp. THIS freshman’s next year is going to be very…interesting.
In my last blog, I posted about going down to the softball state tournament. Well, here’s a confession… I FORGOT CLOTHES. Uniform: check. Toothbrush: check. Pajamas, workout clothes, sweats and/or clothes to go the restaurant in: uh… not check? At first I thought I only forgot sweats, so I got some workout clothes from the week before out of my locker and wore those down to Phoenix. Only to realize that night that I had no pajamas. Well, being the happy-go-lucky person I am, I wore those sweats to bed. Only to wake up and realize I had no practice clothes either. So, I wore those to practice. And when everyone else changed into fresh clothes to go to eat, I wore those nasty T-shirt and shorts. I don’t know what I’m going to do without my mom who will drive two hundred miles to bring me fresh, clean smelling clothes. Shrivel up and die, probably. Or I might just stink for a while.
These are the infamous pajamas/sweats/practice clothes.
I’m tellin’ ya, this Peter Pan Syndrome is serious stuff. If you or a loved one is affected by this disease, call 1-800-STY-LTTL. (Just kidding. Please don’t call that number. I have no idea who that poor hapless person is who has to pick up the phone.)
In searching for words of wisdom, I found this very profound, very deep quote by Dave Schroeder that fits this situation: “I’m not as dumb as I am.” Nice. All in all, it seems to be a perfect fit.
