I'm usually not one to listen to country music but (except for maybe Alabama, John Denver, Johnny Cash---ok, maybe I listen to it a little....lol). But, the other day while flipping through stations on the car radio, this song--You're Gonna Miss This (Trace Adkins)---was playing and the chorus to this song caught my attention. I stopped flipping the radio dial and listened to the rest of the song.  

The song took me back to a time where I can remember the many, many, many....countless times....I always seemed to be wishing for the circumstances of my life to be different than what they were. I wanted to be old enough to make my own rules and live a life without any input over the rights, the wrongs, the Do This and Don't Do That's. I couldn't wait for the day when I could be the one who decides what was best for me and not have to come up with an explanation for every freaking move that I made, at every freaking turn. 

And, as silly as this sounds, I wanted to move out of my parents house and finally be able to decorate my bedroom---hell, my entire house---with posters of Queen, The Who, Elton John, The Beatles, The Zombies, The Cars, without having to deal with my Ward & June Cleaver parents being so anal about what was tacked up to the bedroom walls. I wanted school to be over with, wanted nothing more but to venture out into the world, find a job, make a living and have money, a car, and a house of my own. I was smart enough and strong enough to be able to handle all of these things, if only time would just speed up fast enough to get me there. 

 

Guess what?

 

Time somehow did find a way to speed up fast enough.  

 

The alarm goes off at 3:45am every day---much sooner than the alarm that used to wake me for school.

I have the car.

And the car payment.

And the insurance payment.

The job.

And the boss that I have to answer to. 

I learned it was much easier explaining things to mom & dad.

The bills never seem to stop coming.

Sometimes I live week to week.

I learned it was much easier when someone else was picking up the tab on what it cost to live out here every day.

 

 

I miss the friends I used to have.

And the adult concerns we were ignorant to.

 

I guess this is why I don't listen to country music....it's too damn depressing....lol

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You're an idiot, Mr. Smarty Pants. Go ahead and justify it all you want in that ity-bity pee-brain of yours.