Today I decided to be mature for one whole day. Serious face, deep thoughts, adult vibes.
Ten minutes in, I cracked an egg on the counter instead of the pan and stared at it like it betrayed me. Outside, I walked confidently, tripped over nothing, and nodded at strangers like that was part of the plan.
Later, I answered my phone and said, “Hello, this is him.”
There was silence. I hung up.
By evening, sauce was on my shirt, my hands, and my pride. That’s when I realized maturity is overrated.
I went to bed laughing still childish, but undefeated. 😄
