old lady trapped in a young lady body
it's true. i battle with these two versions of myself constantly. part of me wants to slap on some go-go boots and dance like it was 2099 (by the time 2099 hits, we'll probably have 4 fingers, just finished up world war 5 (we lost), and reeses peanut butter cups will come in capsule form>. the drugs of choice will be jars of grease and we'll smoke up saturated fats. they'll be like "yo, man, can u pass the globules?")
what?
oh yes, back to my old lady syndrome. so part of me is like "party lady" and the other part of me wants to swear wool sweaters in june, go to bed @ 8:30, drive below the speed limit, and make sure my bowel movements are regular. what happens when these two parts of me combine? well, all i can say is that they somehow coexist. i'll be listening to gangsta rap full blast on my car radio, while driving 50 m.p.h. in the slow lane, hunched over the steering wheel, squinting. i can wear semi-fashionable outfits, but underneath lies a world of cotton underwear and mangled bras. i've also been know to hike up my "stockings" to just under my breastbone. i worry about what's in tap water.
i wonder if anyone else out there deals daily with the coexistence of their paralell selves. anyone? anyone? i'd feel a lot better and not have the urge to hit "backspace, delete" if this proves to be true.