I am the first born in my family, and as such I have spent a lot of time feeling like I should "set the example." Now, mom and dad, before you pick up the cell phone and call me in defense, I don't recall ever being told to do this...I was just compelled. I felt responsible. I think its an oldest-kid thing. Or maybe it is my over-developed guilt complex. Who knows.
But I'm 32 now. My brother and sister are adults, one with a child of her own. And I am sick of setting the good example! I want to have some fun!
I want to sneak out of my house in the middle of the night! And do what? Probably go back inside and get back in bed. I'm tired.
I want to stash liquor under my bed and feign suprise when it is found. (Gasp! How did that get there?)
I want to stay out all night with the wrong crowd and get a (temporary) tattoo.
I want to blow a bunch of money on 1985 Jeep Grand Wagoneer (navy blue with the wood panels and a roof rack like in "What About Bob?").
I want to play hookey from work and go to the beach in my Wagoneer and drink mojitos and not care at all about the empty calories from sugar.
I want to lose something expensive and then not care when it can't be found. Although I already have the losing things part down pretty well....
I want to empty my 401(k) and blow it on a summer home in New England. But at these rates, I could probably only afford a studio apartment...
Anyway, it just occurred to me today that I've been really good for a really long time. I'm ready to make people wonder what got into me.
I'll have to put that on my to-do list. :)