In adolescence, I remember feeling as if I would constantly be focused on the philosophical, the high brow, the meaning behind things. I was certain I would only ever spend my time on “things that mattered” and that my worries and every day concerns would always be global and dramatic. How do I solve world hunger? What is my place in life?
I scoffed at the 30-something marrieds (*shudder*) that wandered back and forth down the aisles in the grocery store, passionately discussing the health benefits of whole wheat bread vs. white bread - things that, to me, seemed absolutely worthless and asinine. I was better than them. I didn’t need to concern myself with such drivel. I was a THINKING PERSON. I was ENGAGED WITH THE WORLD. I was FULL OF SHIT.
This morning I had the following conversation with myself:
I wonder if I should switch from LA Fitness to Equinox, especially since LA Fitness are retards and fucked up my membership. I do like that gym though, and Lauren is a member. But we never go together. Equinox is more expensive per month, but it is closer to work so it would be easier to work out every day. Only, there isn’t really an Equinox near my house unless I want to venture to the Sunset Strip on the weekends. BLAH. But then, really, I should be out hiking with my boyfriend on the weekends anyway. I love hiking and it is good to be outside. So I really only need gym access on the weekdays. There is no LA Fitness near work. But there is a Crunch …
This is what growing up is really all about.
