Right off the bat I’m going to say my bar is raised, my standards are high, my expectations escalated.
But isn’t it odd how we begin to expect others to act like adults as we get a little older. Isn’t it odd how we expect people to be more truthful, more open, more revealing, more respectful? Damn we are so high maintenance.
How dare we expect such things? Can’t we see that there are those who don’t WANT to grow up?
Can’t we see that there are those who would prefer to stay in their stroller having mommy push them around and feed them and dress them up all pretty?
Can’t we see that engaging another adult, let alone the entire world, is just too difficult and fussy and unreasonable?
Can’t we, can’t we, can’t we????
When I turned 40 (that’s right I turned 40 so get over it) for some reason a light switch snapped on. And I realized that I wasn’t growing up (enough) and was still playing “little boy” in life. Now this doesn’t mean having fun, recreating, or find joy in life. What it means is getting out of an emotional adolescence and engaging. It means being real with people - especially the one’s you call “friends” and have known for a bit of time.
Listen, if you want to cast off some stranger in a coffee shop, that is one thing. But when you’re a friend with someone over time then don’t you owe them the real thing, honesty. I mean who better to tell you that there’s something dangling from your nose than your best friend? The reason they’re your best friend in the first place is so that they can tell you what no other would.
So please, if you’ve got a friend, shift your priorities so that tippy-toeing around their feelers is second and being honest with them is first, eh?
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Right off the bat I’m going to say my bar is raised, my standards are high, my expectations escalated.
But isn’t it odd how we begin to expect others to act like adults as we get a little older. Isn’t it odd how we expect people to be more truthful, more open, more revealing, more respectful? Damn we are so high maintenance.
How dare we expect such things? Can’t we see that there are those who don’t WANT to grow up?
Can’t we see that there are those who would prefer to stay in their stroller having mommy push them around and feed them and dress them up all pretty?
Can’t we see that engaging another adult, let alone the entire world, is just too difficult and fussy and unreasonable?
Can’t we, can’t we, can’t we????
When I turned 40 (that’s right I turned 40 so get over it) for some reason a light switch snapped on. And I realized that I wasn’t growing up (enough) and was still playing “little boy” in life. Now this doesn’t mean having fun, recreating, or find joy in life. What it means is getting out of an emotional adolescence and engaging. It means being real with people - especially the one’s you call “friends” and have known for a bit of time.
Listen, if you want to cast off some stranger in a coffee shop, that is one thing. But when you’re a friend with someone over time then don’t you owe them the real thing, honesty. I mean who better to tell you that there’s something dangling from your nose than your best friend? The reason they’re your best friend in the first place is so that they can tell you what no other would.
So please, if you’ve got a friend, shift your priorities so that tippy-toeing around their feelers is second and being honest with them is first, eh?