Growing Up

I'm sorry in advance for the serious nature of this entry. I'll try to throw some humour in there from time to time, but no guarantees.

(Sidebar: I'm at work and my supervisor's not here today. Since he hasn't called yet, I decided to finish my work that was assigned to me and then hop on here for a quick entry. My internship is AWESOME.)

Last night, Luke, Mary, Amy, Lauren, Jessie and I went to the Victoria Apollo Theatre and saw Wicked. Oh. My. Goodness. The show was staged spectacularly, from the intricacy of the flying monkeys' costumes and wings to the frighteningly large head of the Wizard of Oz's giant machine throne type thing. The man who played Fiyaro had the best voice in the show by far; there was much screaming from 15-year old girls at the end when he came out for a curtain call. However, despite all this, I did not walk away from the production skipping around giddily like a schoolboy, singing "What Is This Feeling?" or "The Wizard and I." Instead, my mind began to ponder the path of seemingly "wicked" behaviour that Elphalba began to follow because of her gifting and misconceptions.

As I stopped in the middle of the aisle on my way out, it suddenly occurred to me that I might be growing up. I might be losing my imagination. True, we are afforded to think and we are afforded the opportunity to go on a philosophical rampage every now and again (too many of my close friends can tell you I do this too often!). However, there was an incident that occured during intermission (that will not be explicated) that led me to wonder when we begin to truly grow up.

Sure, we can go ahead and think all we want to and become versed in the ways of Aristotle and Socrates and attempt not to become one of a dime-a-dozen mediocrities (yes, I stole that line from the show :oP). But what it comes down to is that our mind and our body are inextricably linked. Our actions show what is within us, what we stand for and who we are. If we decide to calmly and rationally accept someone else's opinion, even though it may vastly differ from our own, that can be considered a sign of maturity. If we choose to automatically go on the defensive about every subject that another person criticizes you about and then want to talk about the status of your life's ambitions 20 minutes later, that says something else.

If you followed that thought line at all, you're more impressive than those who stopped halfway through, most likely around the word "imagination" or "afforded." Thanks for suffering through that. I actually have no idea what just came out of my fingers just now, haha, just some thoughts.

And now it's time to get back to work...and call Nick, my supervisor, since he hasn't called yet.

I'm also hungry. Only 2 hours until lunch!