Today I sat on Fly G's fire escape contemplating what it means to be an adult.
By "contemplating" I do mean I stirred in my mind while drinking obscene amounts of wine and harassing his neighbors. Fly G has moved out from his Manhattan haven and into the boroughs in order to obtain an apartment of his own sans roommates.
We felt like adults, like that last scene in Stand By Me when the boys know that they've done a hell of a lot of growing up that summer and consumed the corpse they found by the train tracks in order to gain his power [director's cut].
Fly G is getting a place on his own, and I feel like I'm getting quite a few requests for job interviews that hadn't happened before. Suddenly the future looks like the deep end of the community swimming pool. I feel like I'll never sleep on an air mattress again (until I meet my next ex boyfriend).
How do you grow up? Its a damned tricky question. I have the sneaking suspicion that they taught the "how to grow up" course in all the private schools my Mom couldn't afford. All I got was a class in computer science that made us experts at Microsoft Bob and nothing else.
Heterosexual men have it so easy. When they plunder the depths of their mild existential crises, they have a wife or child they can just beat in frustration.
What do I have to beat?
Well never mind THAT answer.