this morning #1941.

this morning, the phrase “act your age” had taken over my head. unsure of what those words even mean any more, i thought back on being told to do so at various points in my life. as a child who was known to cry at times when it wasn’t called for. when i got suspended for “pulling pranks” on one too many occasions during my senior year of high school. by my first serious girlfriend who felt that, at twenty-five, i was too old to still be fucking up like i was. now, in my late forties, i’ve lost all concept of how to act my age. start a family? own a home? those are both currently out of reach so what am i to do? maybe if i’d ever figured out how to gauge the essence of my age, i wouldn’t have to always be acting.