Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Over the last couple of years, life has shown me that spontaneity dies with age -- and I'm not talking geriatrics here, I'm talking your twenties. It wasn't that many years ago that I could drop everything on a dime and meet Rawlio for a couple of pints at King Richard's. These days, we're more frugal and spend most of our time at Just Desserts drinking coffee, but we're not dropping everything to meet up in half an hour any more. For the most part, if we don't at least talk about getting together that morning or even the day before, I'll be unable to be there.
This, of course, is something I'm not necessarily thrilled with, as it means I'm losing the edginess I had in my early twenties. For good or for bad, responsibility finally caught up to spontaneity.
This, of course, is something I'm not necessarily thrilled with, as it means I'm losing the edginess I had in my early twenties. For good or for bad, responsibility finally caught up to spontaneity.
// posted by Chris @ 8:26 AM 
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