scoot

this weekend i think i finally experienced the difference between myself and age 18.

i never thought i'd have to defend what i do to a bunch of younger college students. yes, students. "you're a what? that's weird, you don't look like a teacher. why do you do that for a living? what are you doing here, anyway? shouldn't you be planning lessons or something? what are you wearing.. shouldn't you have normal clothes on? are you trying to be cool?"

hmm. i know it's only curiosity, and maybe i took it the wrong way, but i thought that was kinda weird. and rude. so i ask myself, what am i supposed to do in such a situation.. answer the questions? remind them that school isn't held at 11pm? explain that i've been here doing the same thing since they were in, uh, elementary school (yikes)? find out what "normal clothes" are? nope, none of it. sadly sit there and take it, i guess.

"normal?".. no thanks. and yes, there's a double meaning there. this shouldn't bother me. but it does.