Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Sometimes.

Sometimes I can't figure out why I can't figure anything out. And then I remember that I'm still the 18 year-old.

6 comments:

Robert Anthony Pierce said...

I feel sick. You are smart. Eleven.

Gregory said...

Funny how that happens when all your friends are twenty somethings.

gladys said...

Not to be the nay-sayer, but the reason I like you is because you do have so much figured out. 18 is young by my standards, but to be completely honest, you are light years ahead of certain un-named persons who we know in common... (all 3 who leap into my mind begin with 'T' ironically).

Let me just say this though. The most difficult things I face always come from within. I see how others handle situations, or deal with issues, and I understand that. Yet conflicts in my heart, emotions that come from some dark cellar within... I have no clue what they mean or how I should react. I think the more intimate we become with things, the deeper we look, the more we understand them, the less we really understand them.

You may be "still the 18 year-old", but I believe maturity transcends age. It is a matter of intelligence inherent from a premortal state.

eleka nahmen said...

Honestly, I constantly forget that... you're really only 18? Shocking. And here I was thinking you were 19 and just very mature :) Still, I'd never guess you weren't 20something.

ring bearer... I have a good idea of who two of the Ts are, but who is the third?

Vandersun said...

Glade, I love you. WHEN are we going to be able to get you to don your cheerleading outfit and engage in crazy capers all about town? When???

Jokey Smurf said...

Hey, B'link 182,

"Premature maturity?" Talk about a contradiction.

--Snappy