I recently came to the realization that I have only a few more years of being cute. After 24 years of being cute, I won't be able to get away with the stuff I get away with. I bounce or dance around singing and sometimes making odd noises. I charm people with a smile.
I am sad about this and I don't know what to do. I mean, I've gotten away with being very silly for a long time. Yes, I know how to be serious, but I enjoy bee-bopping around singing to myself.
I've always been cute. No, it's not vanity: It's a fact. I have been told almost daily that I am cute. It must be true if people consistently say it. When I was a toddler I was told by a stranger how cute I was. My reply? "I know." It's not that I was a vain toddler; I had just been told numerous times how cute I was. It was no longer a compliment at that point, but fact. (Photos confirm I was pretty adorable.)
So my question is, what happens to me? I don't think I'll be able to just bounce around. There comes a time when you stop being a cute twenty-something and start being a batty woman who needs to grow up. It makes me sad.
I suppose I'll just need to have a child to make noises with and sing to. Then I'll be allowed to be silly, because I will be bonding with my child. Yeah, seems like a solid plan!
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