I’m terrified of marriage and growing up. Like… yes, there are tapeworms and infinity and things that scare my brain because they exist, but things like marriage and babies and growing up scare me.
Like, up until now, being me has meant being a sassy, optimistic, mean child who does whatever she wants to and hopes that things will work themselves out via magic. And, in a lot of ways, things like marriage and children and growing up are going to require that to change. Not to say change isn’t good and vital and whatever… but like, scary nonetheless.
Pretty much every single thing I’ve been complimented on re: my personality in my life has been somehow correlative with my independence and my caustic personality, so it’s like… oh. Convention says that this is a thing that I should want, but I’m fairly convinced that it would eviscerate my inner child. What a conundrum. I digress.
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