20-Something Ruins

I have all the time in the world, just not enough to start over. So coddle my fears and my worries with girlfriends and alcohol and paychecks till I remind myself I'm an adult. Dreams are too hard to follow, so promise me the mortgage and kids and pension funds till I find myself laying on a beach in Boca Raton.

Everyday is a junior high school day, trying to figure out this or that. The questions change, but the spirit stays the same. Where do I fit in life? What do I want to do when I grow up? Somebody...love me. The pimples, the awkward frames, and the crackling voices were markers of our insecurities inside. But now, all we have are clear-skinned facades, hiding the 7th grader waiting to be unmasked.