In the past couple weeks I have indulged in “poor decision making.” At least that’s what we’re going to call it, I think it might be some type of “oh my god, I’m 30″ freak out, but I don’t really like that phrase, so we’re going to stick to “poor decision making.” The good news, none of those things were fatal or harmful. The bad news, I reverted back to “that girl” status. I thought she was gone, I thought I had out-grown her. Seems she was just hiding somewhere behind the mental block I put up while I was in school. Summer break has set her free, free to play the kissing game, free to sometimes make an ass of herself, free to lead a double life, free to indulge in hedonistic activities. Hedonist, that’s a great word, one that we don’t use enough as we get older.
he·don·ist
heed-n-ist]
–noun
1. a person whose life is devoted to the pursuit of pleasure and self-gratification. –adjective
2. Also, he·don·is·tic. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a hedonist or hedonism.
I think I’m going to let “that girl” be free for a while. I think that as long as she can continue to behave (I know, it sounds like an oxymoron, but believe me, it’s not) and doesn’t do something that would derail the life plan we have going right now; she can be allowed out. Pleasures will not be guilty. There will be no shame in being selfish. Maybe we’ll even run with scissors. I’m going to practice hedonism and get back to real life later. I guess what I’m saying is, you might want to duck and cover until August, there’s no telling what kind of adventures are about to ensue.
