Waiting To Grow Up
Santa Barbara sunset from a moving car.
He says: "When I was a child, I loved going to grown-ups and asking them for advice when in crisis. They were always so calm and would know exactly what to do, and would tell me. I used to admire that quality in grown-ups and I couldn't wait to be a grown-up to know what to do by myself. I am now a grown-up and I still don't know what to do. I wished there was someone I could go to, to tell me what to do." I shake my head in agreement. The silence stretches and I realize he is looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I say: "Don't look at me. I have only grown up in years. I still don't know what to do." He nods and keeps quiet, but I can see a smile dancing on the corner of his mouth. I think he is relieved not to be the only one lost.