The Many Works of Pat Hatt
January 2, 2017
Now we are supposed to grow up? When does that take place? In between getting taller and shrinking? Does one really shrink in old age? Hey, at least it is better than growing out. Can you guess what the question is this month? If not, here you go:
What was your “growing up” moment?
Oh how I could take that. It finally decided it wanted to grow and away it went. What more do you need to know? What? Does that prove I’m not growed up yet for going there?
Hmm I’m also a rhyming cat, does that mean I never truly growed up too? I think me shaking my head at the use of such bad grammar proves that I have grown up a little bit. But pffffft to being adult all the time, I’d rather be a rhyming cat and rhyme.
I can’t really say there was one moment. I think each thing added on and brought forth more grown up ways though. Or at least showed me the world sure isn’t how Disney wants kids to believe it is.
I never had problems with managing money, so bills and the like were just something I knew I’d have to pay. I had to switch gears with dating a few times, from small one horse town to city gets that naive crap away awful fast. But as I said, each thing piles on and growing up comes whether you like it or not.
I’d say the first time I realized I, and anyone else, was one big $**t storm away from being homeless was around 25. As all it takes is things piling on and on and on and anyone of us could be out on the street.
So that is that as far as I know. Hopefully I still have many more years of growing to do, as learning more and doing more will bring that about as life continues. Growing beats grown any day because then where’s the fun at ones bay? Hopefully that other thing keeps growing too, those little blue pills are an expense I don’t need. That’s being grown up, right?
Enjoy life, forget the strife.