After reading all the random things Scott notices about people, i’ve really started noticing them myself. I guess I always have, it’s just brought more to my attention. I always thought that children acted like children, and teenagers acted like teenagers, but then miraculously we all became adults, and were logical and understanding and mature. Now I realize that we’re all still children. We all try to get each other in trouble. We all still form cliques. We still act like little immature bitches because our socks are itchy, or we have a monster zit, etc. I went to my doctor’s office to pick up the results from some bloodwork (titers for clinicals), and the receptionist asked if I had bothered to call in to have them ready. Luckily I did, but wtf? What if I didn’t? Why do you think I needed the blood-work done…? so the information could be lost in a computer somewhere? Of course I’m going to need the results. It’s all the moody bitches and dicks from the playground all over again. There will never be the final breath of, “I’ve reached the land of maturity.” …sad part is, if life wasn’t so crazy, and frustrating, and shocking, I think it’d be really boring.
