#534: SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME GLAD THAT I AM NO LONGER LIVING IN MY LATE TEENS/EARLY TWENTIES
My friend, Frances, found this note in the vestibule of an automatic teller in Cosmopolis this past spring. I have been carrying it around in my jeans pockets since then. I take it out and read it every few weeks when I have a few unoccupied moments waiting for the bus or sitting in a café. The paper has grown softer from wear.
I hope this person was merely on an introspective trip. If not, I wish her well.
Stuff like this makes me so fucking happy to be in my thirties. Maybe that's why I keep reading this note over and over. Knowing I am not that anymore makes me all the more happy to be this.
One thing I am sure of is that even when I was all broody and stoned, I always made more sense than this person. I am sure of it, because how can you wallow and not give a damn, or be "...blinded by visions of imperfections, [sic] to the extent that [you] only see the norm"?
The more I think about it the more I am convinced that babies, children, and teenagers are simply afflicted with an acute illness that disappears in adulthood.