Pretending to Grow Up

Life is so much different when you do adult things. I find that I do things differently. I watch where I walk, I don't go over the top and pounce on people, I even pay attention to my bank account in ways I never thought. Being responsible and thoughtful is a strange thing for me. I've thrown away all my cans of spraypaint, probably to the appreciation of those that I vandalized (some on a regular basis.) I've donated the clothing I gathered for the trip to Sea-at-tel since I won't be needing them anymore. And I've decided to work in my fire-dancing on a more diligent schedule. Adults are supposed to have plans, right? Well, as an adult-in-training, I'm going to do what I was born to do, and that is dance. My job is to entertain, and I think that firedancing will be a new exciting way to amuse others. I may even make a few coins from my performances when I'm certain I won't singe myself anymore than I have already. Fire dancing is an art, one that you have to keep practicing until you perfect. My new fire poi should be arriving in the post soon, too, so I don't have to work with the homemade pieces that I have been using.

I've met a very nice person the other day. He is a crusader for his faith, and is a very disciplined person. I found it funny that he would associate with a gypsy. Most crusaders look down upon gypsies, thinking they have no god, no faith. Many gypsies have been killed because many stereotype them, but he didn't seem threatening at all. Of course I didn't tell him that my faith hangs in a weird balance, because he probably would have stopped talking to me, or pushed religion in my face, and I'm not one for evangelists. He did give me a nice present for my home, so now it smells like bayberries. Now if only I can learn to keep friends.