The older I get the more novelty I find in our little "adult" behaviors. I wonder if these feelings are the last niggling remnants of my self-diagnosed Peter Pan complex. Or is it just normal?
I had a phone conversation last night with an ex-girlfirend I have not seen or talked to in nearly ten years. The fact that I am old enough to have a former relationship be that long since gone blows my mind. This is someone I kissed and had rediculously long phone conversations with, and yet at the same time I don't think we ever really knew each other. But at the age of fifteen we thought we knew it all. Most of us probably thought that at that age.
I told her that I am now a moderately successful actor and I plan to move to LA this weekend. She was floored. She never pegged me as the type. SHe remembered me as "so quiet and shy." What she remembers as quiet and shy were actually both symptoms of my complete lack of skill with the opposite sex at that age. All girls, including her. I was awkward and inarticulate, but I was always out there trying desparately to make them laugh or even smile. I was always good at that.
Then she told me that she spent a tour in the air force and is now studying to be a pharmacist. Now it was my turn to be surprised. She always seemed so laid back and opposed to authority that the discipline of the military and the medical field seemed to straight-laced for her.
Like I said, neither of us ever really knew the other in any substantial way.
We made plans to get together and chat tonight. I was just thinking to myself if we should get a coffee or if we should go get a beer. Both options are things that still seem so foreign to me. Those are "adult" things. Grown-ups get together over a cup or a glass, not me. I'm just a...
Nope. Not anymore, am I?
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