Takin' It to the Streets

With all that has gone on lately I'm not sure that if I have a lot of growing up to do or not. Given the recent course of my life I don't really think I'm growing up any, no matter how hard I'd like to. So I'm deciding to buck the trend.

It's not that I'm the most mature person in the world, because I'm not. I'm not even in the top 5 billion. However lately I'd gotten caught up in things like finding a place to live and looking for a mundane grown up job. I'd really hate for myself to lose sight of the fact that I'm usually the most immature person I know. It's scary, scary like forgetting to save your teeth for the tooth fairy. Scary and sudden. I didn't want to become star struck by a suprise wave of maturity like that.

So yesterday, despite recent events I did the best thing I could think of. I hit the road. No, not in the popular sense of the modern coming of age road trip. That would be much to hard to complete in say 45 minutes. But I did go to Target, and I did do nearly every spontaneous childlike thing I could think of. I sat in as many bean bag chairs I could find, tried throwing frisbees (they come in cardboard, mostly for reasons like this) and I bought a rubber band ball.

I wanted to dissect the thing. I find it hard to believe that this object is made purely of rubber bands. I can't bring myself to take this thing apart though, it's like a simple marvel of science. So intricate, yet it is rubber bands. Lots of them. Curiosity has been plaguing me however. Is there some sort of ball in the middle? Can it be that this thing is 100% rubber band? Maybe they're tied into some complex not.

I know I will succumb to dismantling this thing, after all it was only two dollars. If I want to marvel at it's complexity I can just buy more. Or even spend a year and a half trying to construct one.

Yeah maybe I don't need to grow up as much as I thought I do.

If I wanted to escape from everything I think I've started down the right road.