Twenty-one

One summer a few years ago I went away and grew a few inches.

When I came home, everything seemed slightly off, I bumped into counters and walls, overestimated the number of stairs, and most of my pants were suddenly too short.

So this time I haven’t grown, but now I’m visiting my childhood home and again everything is kind of weird. I automatically  do things I never used to— washing pots and pans right after I use them, cleaning up messes I didn’t make, I don’t argue with my sister, I change my clothes and automatically pick everything up off the floor.

This shouldn’t be revolutionary, but it is. I do things without thinking and I don’t feel angst about my actions or inaction. I’m calm, focused, and I don’t feel out of control. Technically, legally, I’m an adult, but I never felt even remotely grown up before.

God I hope New York experiences a freak snowstorm tomorrow.

I want to make all eight layers I’ll be wearing as I get on and off that plane count.

I miss people who don’t miss me.

And I get kinda upset when I think about how they don’t think about me.

WTF… I CAN’T SEE MY DASHBOARD!!!

I have my last final exams tomorrow and Friday and I haven’t looked at a book all freakin day.

So this is obviously god’s way of punishing me.

Humans didn’t evolve from ‘monkeys’.

Evolution suggests that humans and primates have a common ancestor. Which also means monkeys aren’t likely to ‘evolve’ into humans ever, because our developments diverged and they are on a different path.

Get it?