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Posted on Dec 8, 2011 in Dear Diary | 19 comments

I Don’t Wanna Grow Up…

… I’m a Toys R Us Muppets kid!

Last night, I saw The Muppets movie. Yes, again.


What can I say? With the general spirit of the season, I was just in the mood for something sweet… and a different kind of sweet than my chocolate pie. Which I did have for breakfast this morning. Heh.


Truth be told, the Muppets as they originally were intended are actually a little before my time. I did grow up on Muppet Babies, however, so I think that’s close enough. And since I’m evidently bipolar and my mood seems to continuously bounce back and forth between “Christmas Cheerful” and “Doldrum Dwelling”, I guess I just needed a little something to help push me firmly into the former category. So why not the Muppets? After all, the movie is complete with singing, dancing, and primary colors. The story of friendship, acceptance, and, above all, love… well, it’s just good for the soul.

I mean, with the drama that I’ve been dealing with for the past month, it’s been a confusing time. That, coupled with family-less Thanksgivings and hospitalized dogs, has me feeling fairly emotionally drained. And it’s making it hard for me not to be skeptical about the upcoming weeks. And I’m not sure if you know this, but I’m not really known for being a pessimist. I’m generally considered to have the lock on that whole happy-go-lucky thing here. You know, that wild, childlike, foolish optimism? That’s my jam.

But between $1800 vet bills and fancy outings to museums and the theatre, I’m guess I’m feeling just a little too grown-up. Not that I’m complaining about the awesome ladydates, of course! It’s just that I’m a little nostalgic. I know it’s ludicrous to complain about being too adult, especially considering I’ve spent the majority of my life trying to be more mature, to grow up faster, to be taken more seriously. I guess I’m just fickle like that. Chalk it up to that pesky second X chromosome.

Women be crazy.

I suppose I’m just trying to find a way to hold onto my own childlike wonder. After all, it is Christmastime, right? Now is not the time for me to be skeptical. And despite my personal life being a little bit, er, muddy, I’m determined not to let it deter my outlook. I don’t want to be jaded. And if it takes a couple of felt puppets to help me out, well, that’s okay by me.

Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me.

What is your favorite reminder of your childhood? For me, it’s Muppet Babies, My Little Pony Tales (the sweet 90s revamp, not the original 80s cartoon), and any Ace of Base song.

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