Childlike Cupakes

I would like to make a statement that... states the obvious.

Act your AGE.

Oh my... I am SO incredibly tired of 30-year-olds acting like they are 5 (notice the adorable little boy to the left eating my favorite!) and surprisingly impressed by certain college-age kids that seem wise beyond their years.

For instance, I was blessed from the good ol' state of Kansas with a fabulous intern at my neverending job. We'll call her Kelly. She was bright, funny, amazing with a credit card machine (I am forever indebted to her for that one,) and I could have sworn she was older than me. Turns out she had just graduated and was embarking on her very first full-time job at E! Entertainment (with help from yours truly I may add.)

On the other hand, I have to come to know some people who at the age of 30 and above have not yet mastered the most elementary pillars of social skills. As in, should you have an ex-girlfriend who you are currently still dating (so then she's not your ex, right?) please don't proceed to then date, well, me. Didn't we learn this is in like, 7th grade?

I did... kind of. Hear me out... When a Mr. Daniel Ruggerio tried to kiss me at Coyote Point after I had been lusting over him for the entire 9 months of 7th grade, and he had completely brushed me off for a young girl named Lena, I got incredibly all huffy, puffy and I told him that just because I had written, 'I love Dan' and 'DR + SG' seriously all over my binder, dividers, and homework, I wasn't about to kiss him now just because he wanted to. Too bad, Dan.

Actually, that wasn't quite how the story goes.

I kissed him back. Gasp! I wish I could have said that I slapped him in all of my 7th grade awesomeness, but the truth was, I was still lusting for him, and I wanted him to see what he had been missing, was going to miss, or possibly, what he would want forever. (I was very much all about forever even at the ripe old age of 13. Has nothing changed at 25?)

At least I was comfortably eating 3 chocolate chip cookies every day at recess (oh, how I miss recess!) and not thinking a thing about it. Ah, the good old days.

Not sure when the cookies switched to cupcakes, but there's a first time for everything...