Grocery Store Realizations

I'm a child in a man's body, a man-child if you will, and I'm okay with that. I've accepted it. It's fun, mostly. It's definitely not something I would recommend if you can help it. It has been my experience that not too many adults (especially females) find it very charming if someone constantly acts like a 12 year-old.

I often wonder if I will ever grow up. Sometimes people look at me (mom, dad, etc.) and I can tell that they are wondering the same. It's not a look of disappointment. It's weird, and I don't think I could do the look justice with a verbal description, so I won't bother. I'm often scared that I will wake up some morning and be mature. I think I can now say with a fair amount of confidence that I can stop wondering.

Today while leaving the grocery store I made an interesting discovery. As I pushed my full cart out the door, I was overcome with glee. This is pretty common when I exit the grocery store actually. It's not brought on by the sense of pride I gain from my bargain shopping abilities ($37 today in bonus buy savings), but rather by the joy I am about to experience as I push my cart as fast as I can and jump on the back for a little ride out to the rig. As I speed through the parking lot with a big shit-eating grin on my face, people give me the same look I previously mentioned. I could care less. I would give them the bird if I didn't have a death grip on the cart handle. As I reached my car I thought, "Who the fuck does that? Nobody over the age of 12 does that." Then I start trying to remember when the last time I witnessed someone else doing this. I couldn't recall, and at that moment it dawned on me--I am Josh Baskin.