the childish things we do

sometimes, in a roomful of adults, i feel like a kid with the special invitation to sit at the adult's table. sipping wine like a grownup with my legs swinging back and forth. excitement bubbling.

then, it dies down as the night goes on.

serious conversation slowly takes a turn into an all to familiar territory. seems that no matter the 'age' group, grownups or young ones, the things we say and talk about goes into the same territory. like a tennis ball that bounces from one side of the court to the other. grownups move between the two. as do young ones trying to be all adult-like.

and then there are the unreasonable ones. pointing fingers like how we used to in kindergarten. we point and we cry.

being all grownup doesn't mean we know everything. it just means we're still kids, in better clothing and higher heels. we're constantly growing up but ultimately, we're all wishing we're 16 years old.