What do grownups do? Can grownups stay up as late as they want and damn the consequences? Can grownups resist overeating and all the compulsive emotion filled guilt wrangling that goes with it? Do grownups have perfect emotional lives?
I made some remark at work about rationing my TV schedule watching and BW responded with something about rationing saying that I always figured that I’m an adult, I do what I want when I want to do it. (does this mean no excuses for what I do or I have the will to make myself do anything?)
It made me wonder about my relationship with my self, with this other inside of me. (Now we all have an other inside of us, don’t we?) Why do our others seem separate from us at times, a disconnect from the lives we lead or we think we want to lead?