This is a good thing, and I'll tell you why.
I like to be in bed by eleven - espesh on a school night.
I have nose hairs that would give Repunzel a run for her money.
Similarly, my ears are covered in growth that wouldn't look out of place on a month-old grapefruit.
I like Horlicks.
These things are hard to explain when you are sitting solidly in your 20's. People expect you to be wide awake at midnight, noses and ears aren't meant to be hairy, Horlicks is only acceptable if mixed 50/50 with vodka, rum or absynthe. Turn 30 though, and suddenly you're in the realm of adultness. Bits of you are expected to head south. Other bits are expected to be hairy. Horlicks becomes law. Bedtime coincides with the end of the ten o'clock news.
These things are considered normal.
Also, my slippers no longer need to be hidden under the bed when a visitor comes to the house.
Good times all-round.
But, as with all things in this life, there is a drawback.
I am expected, more now than ever, to behave with some element of maturity. This is a worry.
I'm not known for my ability to behave like a proper adult. I find farts incredibly funny, i still play video games, i am essentially a child. Heck, i can't even grow a proper beard. If i could somehow take a butter knife and spread my nostril hair down my face i would be halfway there.
But that's not to say I'm not willing to try. I realize we all have to grow up someday, and in many ways i would like to. Sometimes laughing out loud at the sound of a fart is highly inappropriate - funerals, for instance.
So that's where i'm at right now. Caught up somewhere in an adult / child limbo land. I'm sure i'll update you all in a month or two and let you know how i'm getting on. Maybe i'll have a full beard to show you...maybe i'll have completed god of war 3 on the difficult setting...
