Musings of a madman...
Dec. 28th, 2001 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bjornwildeSo its three days to B-day. I will be 33. I suppose that means I should be an adult now, but oddly enough I still don't feel like an adult. Oh I feel equal to other people I identify as adult, but I still feel I look out at the world from the eyes of someone who is 21. I've actually always felt I looked out at the world the same way since I can remember. For some reason I always thought my perception of the world, my inner voice would change as I got older, like out a boy's voice cracks when the hair starts growing in weird places. But the voice has always stayed the same. All that has changed is an understanding of new things as they are presented. There are some things that happened before that look clearer from this end, but mostly it feels like I just add experiences and understanding together like building blocks. Still it feels like not much of what is me is drastically different from when I was 5 or so. Perhaps its just cause that 5 years old is still there inside or the five year old is walking along with me.
Yule, or whatever Winter Holiday you prefer, was good for me this year. I got some great gifts. Among my favorites are a pair of comfy slippers (I've never had a pair of slippers before. I know deprived childhood, boo hoo staple hand to forehead.) and a me-size fuzzy robe, I won't bother with the whine line. I spent the next few hours doing my Hugh Heffner impression, at least until I got too hot. Binkies and heavy robes don't mix too well unless its really cold. I got an antique card table that is tres magnifique! (I can't wait to be grumped at by Yen about how I mangled that bit of French. ; } )
And my Mother actually came done to my house with her husband. They stayed for several hours and had a good time. They have not been to mine and Zoe's (The grammar of saying that has always eluded me.) house in the entire year and a half I have lived here. Not even when I had my seizure and almost died did she come down from Fremont to visit me. She called but somehow that's not the same. Grump Grump.
Eepp...Morning Monster wants 'puter...I will post more and the fragments of a dream later...
Yule, or whatever Winter Holiday you prefer, was good for me this year. I got some great gifts. Among my favorites are a pair of comfy slippers (I've never had a pair of slippers before. I know deprived childhood, boo hoo staple hand to forehead.) and a me-size fuzzy robe, I won't bother with the whine line. I spent the next few hours doing my Hugh Heffner impression, at least until I got too hot. Binkies and heavy robes don't mix too well unless its really cold. I got an antique card table that is tres magnifique! (I can't wait to be grumped at by Yen about how I mangled that bit of French. ; } )
And my Mother actually came done to my house with her husband. They stayed for several hours and had a good time. They have not been to mine and Zoe's (The grammar of saying that has always eluded me.) house in the entire year and a half I have lived here. Not even when I had my seizure and almost died did she come down from Fremont to visit me. She called but somehow that's not the same. Grump Grump.
Eepp...Morning Monster wants 'puter...I will post more and the fragments of a dream later...
