I Feel Big

Well, yes, big in a "your BMI still indicates that you're obese" way, but, as I've mentioned on this blog before, at some point in the last few months I decided it was time to stop clinging to the idea that I could somehow still be 12, and time to embrace the idea of being a grown-up.

It kind of feels like that scene in American History X when Edward Furlong's character decides not to be a skinhead anymore, and he and his brother take all his Nazi paraphernalia off the wall. It's the end of a part of my life. That might not be a great analogy, though, because Edward Furlong, well, I don't want to ruin a 10-year-old movie for you, but let's just say it ends badly. But before it ends badly, he goes to a coffee shop and gets a maple bar, and I'm not really sure what that is but damn it sounds good.

Anyway, tonight I went clothes shopping. I spent a bunch of my mother's money (thanks, Mom) and walked out of the store with nothing remotely denim, except for a blazer that's going back because in hindsight, it's hideous. Actually, in any sight, it's hideous.

This weekend, I'll be getting my hair cut again. . . long enough to cover my face (thank G-d) but shorter than it's been in a while. In the immortal words of Melanie Griffith in Working Girl, if you want to be taken seriously, you've gotta have serious hair. I'll be making some other small cosmetic changes as well (coughcougheyebrowwaxandconcealerandfilingmynailscoughcough). I'm not sure if I'll actually be a grown-up, or just dressed like a grown-up, but either way I think it's a step in the right direction.

What type of shoes do grown-ups wear?