Why I want to be Peter Pan

The other day I met a woman who knew a great deal about horoscopes and the first thing she said to me was that Gemini’s (aka Me) have a tendency to want to be Peter Pan. Now this was an amazing moment for me as this has always been something I whole heartedly vouch toward. I avoid decisions that may take me one step up the ladder to adulthood like the plague. I still believe I look like I’ve snook into my Mothers wardrobe to dress up when I try and wear “business attire” and I most definitely still really genuinely enjoy chocolate and pudding more than most “real food.” Though point one in my favour… I also eat all my vegetables!

When I was around 12 years old my plan was to be married by the age of 26 and I even dabbled with the possibility of having a child by the age of 27 as well! (This immediately changed when I realised that all babies do is poop, cry and eat) Everything seemed so far away then, being a grown up seemed exciting and I couldn’t wait to move away from home (no offence Mom), get a job (from the age of 5 I wanted to be a teacher) and get a husband (As long as he was Leonardo DiCaprio… hey a girl can dream!)… Then I started to grow up and I realised that my life plan needed a few tweeks, most notably, attention had to be paid to the ages in which I had set out to complete my young hearted ambitions. I’ll be 25 this year…. Yes really!.... If I were to stick to my childhood plan then that gives me a little over a year to get married and another on top to become pregnant!

Ummmmmm…………

No thanks! The mere thought of it quite honestly… freaks me out. For those of you that know me well, mostly the friends I have that insist on having a baby, you know how scary the thought of an actual human being living inside me is! Not to mention the horrors that will ensue when it’s actually an entire tiny human by its own right. I mean, I struggle to look after myself sometimes; mostly when hung-over or ill. How on earth would I be able to look after another actual human being? It’s bad enough looking after a fully grown man when he’s sneezed twice and claims he can’t possibly move. No I think I will leave that particular rite of passage for a much later date.

Don’t get me wrong, I like having a real job and living in the real world as an adult who earns her own money to by sensible things such as ukulele’s and pencil crayons… but sometimes it’s just so boring! I think the thing I miss most now that I am a “grown-up” is that childlike sense of fun and wonderment that is slyly replaced before your very eyes into “having to be responsible”. Don’t get me wrong, I love to organise, I can play the adult and I am very mature and sensible when I want to be and when it is needed. It’s just that… well… I don’t want to be all that often. I enjoy being what so many people dread to be called “young at heart” (we all know sometimes that is just a nicely veiled attempt for people to say grow the hell up and get on with your life) But I enjoy having no fashion sense what-so-ever and fully encourage my childlike method of dressing; which simply consists of putting on all my favourite clothes at once regardless of pattern or colour… and believe me, this has caused severe distress to my younger sister on more than one occasion. And yes... Batman PJ's ARE still acceptable when your almost 25... You DO stand corrected on this matter. And who’s to say that singing songs all the time, genuinely enjoying water fights and winning at snap are things to be ashamed of?

The new plan of action for my life is this. Stay young forever, age backwards and convince people I am actually the real life Benjamin Button and become the “Cool Aunt” that pumps the kids with treats and fun before handing them back over to their respective parents to vomit and cry. Yes, that sounds most excellent! Mix in an awesome guitar playing, long haired Pearl Jam fan to keep me company and I think I'm set for the good life!