Chocolate Cake For Breakfast

I’m not so mature. I feel like I’m 15 years old most days. I don’t think this is such a bad thing. Responsibility only creates wrinkles around the eyes, which I definitely don’t want.

Back then, getting older/getting up early/planning for the future was for Losers (capital L). I pretty much just wanted to sit on the beach, listen to Journey, and dream about Scott Baio. Becoming an “adult” just didn’t seem like an option. I had a button on my book bag that said “Don’t trust anyone over 30.” Like a little sassy neo-hippie. Perfect example of what I thought I knew.

I was 15 for the most part of 1982. I loved the Go-Go’s. I had a boyfriend with a red mustang. I snuck into R rated movies with my friends and ate Reese’s Pieces because of E.T. Madonna came out with her first single “Everybody”. Thriller came out. Ozzy bit the head off a bat.

All I really wanted to do was fall in love like Joanie and Chachi, sneak some tasty cocktails out of my parents’ liquor cabinet, and eat chocolate cake for breakfast. The great thing about getting older is I get to eat whatever I want, and I don’t need to ask anyone. It was Valentine’s Day this week, and my boyfriend gave me a 2 pound box of chocolates from See’s Candies. Guess what I have with my coffee every morning? Yes, I’m really that immature.

I’m thinking of the female equivalent of a “Peter Pan Complex”. (Let me point out that Peter Pan is usually played by petite adult women.) I’m not this bad, but the typical immature person, according to Google:

…avoids responsibilities, people tell them they are childish and need to grow up, would rather live in their head than the real world, wants success to just happen to them, focuses on fantasies more than reality, believes they deserve to have whatever they want, life lacks direction, never know what to do next, does dumb things frequently, inconsistent performance, lazy, slacker, does the minimum to get by, does things without thinking, does not feel they have any reason to accomplish anything, tend to ignore or put off problems, believes fun is the most important thing in life, most people think they are crazy, forgets scheduled appointments, more past than future, gets attention through negative behavior.
Wow. Again, I’m not that bad. But fun is important in life. And you wanna know what? Getting older does kind of suck. I won’t get into it. But I feel a top ten list coming on. Actually, here’s a top ten list about what I could write for my next top ten list:

10. Top ten ridiculously crappy but good breakfast ideas.
9. Top ten albums from 1982.
8. Top ten yummiest chocolate recipes.
7. Top ten greatest things about being young and stupid.
6. Top ten worst things about being young and stupid.
5. Top ten reasons not to grow up.
4. Top ten things I’ve changed my mind about.
3. Top ten careers I’m glad I don’t have.
2. Top ten careers I wish I had.
1. Top ten reasons I write about all this stuff.

Gotta go, I actually have a job. But I don’t have to be there until 9:30 p.m. ♥ ♥ ♥

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