Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Don't Call It A Comeback

So I haven't blogged in quite awhile. I wish I had a good excuse, but I really don't.

I like to think that people came to this site, realized I hadn't blogged in two weeks and thought to themselves, "I'll bet Narm is stumbling down a busy city street, shirtless, mumbling to no one about how he doesn't need reality TV. Because I'm already living it, man. I'm already living."

But that isn't ENTIRELY true.

Really, I've been sipping from the Fountain of Age.

In the past twelve months I've bought a house, fixed up and painted that entire house, put a new roof on it, moved my girlfriend into it, proposed to said girlfriend in said house, planned a wedding in that house and finally, accepted a new job. The house really doesn't have anything to do with that last one but there wasn't a poetic way to slide that in there.

You know how you can bundle your cable, internet and phone service together? I sort of worked out a package with adulthood to do the same thing.

So my wedding is in two months. My first day at my new job is Monday. And my last shred of youth slipped through my fingers as I sat at Crate and Barrel the other day saying, "Oh my god this tea kettle is the perfect compliment for our kitchen!"

I've recently spent a lot of time talking to my friends about growing up. But then I was walking down the street and bumped into Adulthood. I tried to conjure up all those nasty things I had been saying behind Adulthood's back - but, like running into an ex-girlfriend of break-ups past, I realized that with time had come acceptance. My Friday nights being blacked out and dancing to crappy techno songs were gone. I now live in a world where I don't bring a keg to a party, I bring some kind of dip and a bottle of wine in a fancy bag. And I'm ok with that.

Growing up is a little embarrassing. I suddenly had to answer to all my promises of changing the world and realized I had very little to offer other than anger and sarcasm. It feels a lot like being a Republican (zing!).

I also realized that growing up isn't so bad. Sure, I'm just a cog in the machine now. I live in the suburbs, I have an office job and a house - but all those things are grounded in reality.

And I'm just living it, man.

8 comments:

flask said...

just yesterday i was out on the 1oth hole of a disc golf course thinking: "i wonder what's up with narm? i haven't seen anything from him in a while. he's probably busy with the wedding and stuff. i hope he's having a good time."

so. it's good to hear from you. i hope you're having a good time.

Laura said...

yes - as flask said, nice to hear from you. and this is a great post. and as long as adulthood still includes great rock shows and the occasional pbr, i'm totally okay with it as well.

C.L.E. Clothing said...

hmmmm....is it ok to get wasted on Sunday nights? There's a Lucero/Social D show coming up in October...and I'm totally going

PBR and Rock Shows

Moooooog35 said...

I guess you just explained why I'm a Republican.

lacochran's evil twin said...

Growing old does not equal maturing. I'm living proof of that. Keep the faith, Man.

Lady Fromage said...

Glad to hear you're still out there, good luck with the wedding/job/house.

A good friend recently had his growing up moment at Bed Bath and Beyond. A buddy called him to tell him about an attempt at a threesome the night before, my friend replied "That's great dude, but I gotta go, we're picking out a laundry hamper and we just found some great ones, they match our bedroom set exactally!" :)

-Lady Fromage
http://ladyfromage.blogspot.com/

Realestdudeintheroom.com said...

Man you should try baby steps. You bit the whole adulthood thing off in one bite. Only thing you didn't do is find out you are about to be the father of triplets.

Congratulations

Christina said...

Thanks for representing for us!

Yesterday I went to a yardsale looking for furniture, painted the garage door, and spent the evening at an uncle's birthday party.

True, the party had beer and hamburgers, and we played extremely competitive wiffle ball, but still driving home I thought "Wow, since my husband and I have moved to the burbs I haven't even thought about clubbing."

How refreshing to read your blog today and realize we can be adults and okay with it.