Does anyone else regress when you go home to your parents' house?
You would think that a woman in her 30's (i.e. ME!) would be secure and self-confident enough by now to be herself in just about any situation. But NO. the MINUTE I step through that door I become an adolescent all over again. Not just me, but my sisters, too. We instantly revert to our childhood roles. It's eerie. We are each acutely aware of it and we talk and joke about it openly. But in spite of all our efforts to be our "adult selves", it seems inevitable... I am placed into the role of "the smart one", Kelly is "the jock", Meg is "the pretty one" and Winter is the "baby". It's not so much the labels, but what the labels imply... or rather the DEFICITS the labels imply.
So I am going home to Cincinnati tomorrow for a long weekend. My grandmother is turning 90. Ninety years old! Damn! We can't beleive she's still around. Of all my grandparents, we thought she'd die first. But she outlived her husband (my favorite granparent) by 8 years so far... My other two GP's are still alive but their health is not so good. Getting old can really suck. I do not want to live to 90.
Anyway, my weekend will thus be filled with family stuff, I hope you all have a great weekend, have a drink for me please!!!
--l*P
ps I will be bringing back my high school uniform skirt!
You would think that a woman in her 30's (i.e. ME!) would be secure and self-confident enough by now to be herself in just about any situation. But NO. the MINUTE I step through that door I become an adolescent all over again. Not just me, but my sisters, too. We instantly revert to our childhood roles. It's eerie. We are each acutely aware of it and we talk and joke about it openly. But in spite of all our efforts to be our "adult selves", it seems inevitable... I am placed into the role of "the smart one", Kelly is "the jock", Meg is "the pretty one" and Winter is the "baby". It's not so much the labels, but what the labels imply... or rather the DEFICITS the labels imply.
So I am going home to Cincinnati tomorrow for a long weekend. My grandmother is turning 90. Ninety years old! Damn! We can't beleive she's still around. Of all my grandparents, we thought she'd die first. But she outlived her husband (my favorite granparent) by 8 years so far... My other two GP's are still alive but their health is not so good. Getting old can really suck. I do not want to live to 90.
Anyway, my weekend will thus be filled with family stuff, I hope you all have a great weekend, have a drink for me please!!!
--l*P
ps I will be bringing back my high school uniform skirt!
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Perhaps it's not regression but a sense of comfort with you're family.