Climbing in Skirts

So, it seems that it is actually possible. I am getting old.
Not just maturing, I mean, how can you escape the stages of human maturation when you are forced to not only get your financial shit together but in the process of doing that are shuttled into a job where you take care of people who are in their freshman year of college.
Morons. They are morons. It's okay...funny in fact. I mean not even ten years ago I was a moron myself. I have actually just semi-graduated from Morondom, so it's strange watching them in their frantic states wondering how in the world they are going to pass midterm?--How could professors expect them to be able to get alllllllll that homework done on time?
It is a trip really. A sick trip, watching them freak out. Watching them try to hold intelligent conversations when its clear that they have NO IDEA what is going on in the world and why things are the way they are.
I just laugh and shake my head.

But anyway.. the point is, I'm getting old.
I have become financially independent. I haven't bought a house like my sis, (projectjen by the way is my l'il big sis) but I pay rent (in Boston, which is a feat on its own) I am recently employed by a place that is neither open past 12 midnight nor has the main objective of getting people drunk enough to pay too much for a burger. I no longer have to 'clock in' and I actually get a whole hour for lunch which I am not obligated to spend in the break room.
I even have PPO health insurance. That's right. No more Humiliating Medical Offenses.. no more Have My Own credit card to pay for this.. no more Hate Mongering Office.
Life is pretty good. I make sensible purchases. I get to bed at a 'reasonable' hour. I wake up and work out.
Yadda yadda yadda.
Truth is, it's not so bad. I would much rather be here in my layers wearing, sensible shoe buying mode than back into the realm of morons. Yea its fun being young you can get away with just about anything cause you are dumb and don't know anything but being a quasi-grown up has its plusses. First of all, you get to be in charge of yourself. No curfew, no limits, no one saying you cannot have cookies for breakfast and toast all day. Not having to worry that you won't be able to get in and sit with your friends at the bar. Nothing but smooth sailing. Well, except for all that grown up crap people expect cause your 'older'.
But whatever, I'm getting used to it and I like the whole not so much flying by the seat of my pants wondering what the hell is going to happen next thing.
-end.

post-end
I know my sis is on OKCupid. I would just like to say for the record that that website seems pretty lame. Like Am I hot or not.com but with a dating profile attached (oh wait...didn't they add that in the second year?) I met my current partner of almost 2 years (after two years of a lot of first dates) through the combined efforts of Match.com, Nerve.com and the onion/boston.com personals. And no, no one really meets anyone in person anymore*. At least no one I know.

*More about that later.