Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Pilgrimage to middle-age

I like it when my parents' friends come over. I like that I'm old enough to sit and participate in the conversation as an adult now, even joining in on the jokes and teasing. I like getting the chance to speak German with Barbara once in a while. I like helping to entertain in what's as close as I get most of the time to my home turf, even if it doesn't much feel like home anymore.

I don't, however, like that my chameleon nature picks up on the fact that I'm hanging out with fifty-ish people and sparks my brain to want to fall asleep at ten o'clock. Inevitably, when my parents' friends are over, I end up feeling ready for bed before they leave, even though I'm normally not in bed until midnight or so. Strange.

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