This picture is my life. I am completely the person on the right. I'm not even sure it's because I want all of those alarms for one morning, it's just because at this point...I don't know how to clear all the alarms I've set. Pathetic? Yes. Could I figure it out? Well I have a masters degree in psychology. If I couldn't, I would be very concerned.
I just don't feel like it.
There are these moments in my life where something clicks and I never go back to whatever I was doing before.
My room used to be a mess always, and now it's very organized. All the time, the carpet is vacuumed, the bed is made (what??). I used to pull all nighters in undergrad, and now I'm asleep by 11, even before deadlines. I used to pack a million things to stave off boredom on a trip, now I'm good with an audiobook or a podcast.
The thing is, I could SEE that I wanted to be how I am now. I just couldn't do it. So I've decided that maturity isn't teachable. I think it's actually something you just have to wait to happen to you.
So sorry Mom, and everyone else who tears their hair out when I let the gas get below a quarter tank in my car, or I forget (or am too lazy) to take the trash out, or get iPass tickets in the mail, or leave an iPhone screen on. I'll probably get better...(?) I mean, I don't think anyone would have ever guessed I could keep my room clean back in the day.
But in the meantime, I'm still a too-serious, far away day-dreamer, who sings in the car, and hums in the office, who has a creative mind that rebels against order and analysis even when I can SEE that it's absolutely necessary, has weird phobias and anxieties, very strong opinions, and who gets way too excited about stuff no one else cares about, including this post.
That's that.
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