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22 February 2012 @ 11:51 pm
 
Kiwi's guide to feeling 22:

Step One: Get a series of small cuts on your foot. You know, the kind that look really small, but actually hurt like a bugger - cuts of the paper cut variety.

Step Two: Tell one of your loved ones. I chose my mother. "Erglack, I have little cuts on my foot."

Step Three: Argue with Loved One when ze suggests any kind of treatment. "Let me put antibiotic ointment on it." "Mum, I'll live. Really. It's all healed up."

Step Four: Let the mini-tiff degenerate to hobbling around the room with Loved One saying, "Put the piggy up! Piggy up here. You sit down."

Step Five: Whinge like a pre-teen embarrassed by a parental unit at a shopping mall. "Moo-ooom! I'm 22! It's not a piggy, and it doesn't need fixing!"

Step Six: Let Loved One patch up your cuts anyway, as you knew ze would accomplish it the whole time. Start hobbling around on a band-aid instead, muttering and gesticulating to taste.

So yes, being 22 does remind me a touch of being under 10. Especially when my Da makes birthday crepes because "Now that it's not Pancake Day, I can make pancakes" (I'm hard-headed in a peculiar way for a reason - genes).

I got a cold for my birthday. So I didn't really do anything, but I had an excuse. And I did make it out to the library, and an errand, and did some cleaning. Maybe a more involved post later.

Also, earlier today I opened up my purse in the kitchen and a spider started crawling out. I squeaked, put the purse down, and hopped around my kitchen going “leil-leil-leil!” I am afraid of spiders. I deal with spiders, and I like spiders, but I am afraid of them—so when they surprise me, I’m not the most sensible person around (hence the hopping and random-sound-spouting). Eventually I got some tissues and brought the little fella outside. (The worst thing to witness is when there’s a spider in my shower. I always try killing it so humidity doesn’t make it slide down and surprise me…but then I feel all guilty about my life choices, so I end up, in my towel, taking the spider outside and going back to the shower.)

This is what being a grown-up is all about. Ouchies on your piggies and squeaking incoherent sounds at surprise spiders.
 
 
 
albalark: Responsible Adult?albalark on February 23rd, 2012 05:52 am (UTC)
This is what being a grown-up is all about. Ouchies on your piggies and squeaking incoherent sounds at surprise spiders. Hmmm . . . it's a ways back but I seem to recall that 22 also involved bouts of random swearing at one's self in annoyance over losing one's keys somewhere in the flat for the scumpty-oddth time, scrounging couch cushions for spare change because one had forgotten to go to the bank, setting one's alarm for 3 AM to get up to watch old Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes films on the Insomniac Channel, oh, and living on Ramen for weeks because one spent most of one's food budget at the bookstore/record store yet again. So see, it could be worse. ::g:: This too shall pass.
Kiwi Crocus: Readwrite || Book store nature.cranky__crocus on February 23rd, 2012 05:56 am (UTC)
*Grins.* That's what I was up to when I was in England, actually, and living in a shared house with housemates...

I'm saved from that by living with my parents for a time, but I'm sure that once I'm out on my own again, I'll be having those problems again. (; It's something to giggle over, at least! s'what memoirs are made of... :B
jean_doe_27jean_doe_27 on February 23rd, 2012 06:43 am (UTC)
Belated happy birthday dear. Sounds like a not-too-bad day after all. I know it's not always easy but enjoy the comforts home. It won't last forever... I hope you will celebrate your birthday will into the weekend. Oh, and when I was 22 I was in in the army...
*hugs*
Kiwi Crocus: HP || Catnip || Entwined in light.cranky__crocus on February 25th, 2012 12:58 am (UTC)
Thank you for the birthday wishes. (: It wasn't a too-bad day, really, not at all. :D I am definitely enjoying the comforts of home - and that interaction with my mother, too; I didn't mean to imply that it was a negative experience for me. I'm hoping to actually celebrate my birthday (maybe out dancing, or something) when I get rid of this cold.

I certainly couldn't do the army. Even with my issues with authority and difficulty staying in the closet (pre-DADT-repeal that would have been a big issue, and still now to a point), the army wouldn't have me with all my medical stuff! I shall just have to admire the pretty women in uniforms from afar. (; (I do not mean that statement to objectify; I just find uniforms of any kind quite pleasing on the eye - even police uniforms. :D )
CaroRulescarorules on February 23rd, 2012 02:51 pm (UTC)
No matter how old we are, getting someone to help patch up any injury is always nice.

And cuts def heal faster with ointment.. I get paper cuts ALL the time.. those at bitches! :P

Growing up uh?! :P
Kiwi Crocus: Seasonal || Sparklers.cranky__crocus on February 25th, 2012 01:00 am (UTC)
No matter how old we are, getting someone to help patch up any injury is always nice.
True that! I haven't had a paper cut in a while. The cuts I had on my foot weren't quite paper cuts, I don't think, but they were small and hurt as much! (Plus, cuts on the foot mean walking on them constantly, and that's no fun!)

Pah! at growing up. :B But I believe I've told you that before. There is the imperative in life to grow into adulthood, but not to grow up! And so I shan't! :Þ
CaroRulescarorules on February 25th, 2012 03:39 pm (UTC)
Yeah you're right, I am not planing on losing my kid's heart anytime soon! ;)

I hope your foot feels better !