I’ve been thinking a whole lot about fearlessness lately, becau
I’ve been thinking a whole lot about fearlessness lately, because as you may know, I am not the most fearless person. Using beer in a cupcake recipe is stretching me to my limit and, trust me, many people my age are using the line I set down as a baby-sized hurdle to step over.
What does it mean? Now, it means I’m not getting into much trouble. None, really. They are though, lots of trouble when they get caught and, I suspect, a fair amount of wondering what the H they are doing on Saturday night. Maybe they only consider this on Sunday morning. Later, though, is what I’m worrying about; I don’t think I want to be afraid of the same things I’m afraid of now- groups with loud boys who are drinking, girls who wear incredibly tight clothing and smoke cigarettes, parties, driving, the taste of any sort of alcohol that isn’t drowned by soda.
Honestly, I want to know what normal is for other people. I’m just not ready for it today.
