I’m too dang young.
Or too mature.
I don’t know.
You see, I hate being referred to as ‘one of the younger two’ by my parents. When other people are joking around in class and swearing, and whatever, I’m just sitting there wondering why everyone is being so foolish.
AND that’s not it!
Here everyone else is having a great night, and I’m panicking about a test that I have been studying for for weeks!
If I were anyone else, I wouldn’t know whether to hang out with myself or to avoid myself like the black plague. I mean, I’m bouncy, and happy, and excitable (like a puppy). But then I can get all dark and too dang loud and super serious.
Sorry, I just needed to rant…