{"id":401,"date":"2002-10-28T11:12:52","date_gmt":"2002-10-28T19:12:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=401"},"modified":"2009-08-17T21:14:44","modified_gmt":"2009-08-18T05:14:44","slug":"stalling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2002\/10\/28\/stalling\/","title":{"rendered":"Stalling"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>after weighing all my baggage and measuring all the options, after making mistakes and learning from them, after taking stock in who i am and what i have and where i want to go, i realize that all it comes down to is: i don&#8217;t want to<!--i am totally terrified to--> grow up.<\/p>\n<p>while it may seem charming and noble to remain childlike &amp; wonder-filled, there is something faulty in the notion of forever. there is nothing charming about pretending everything is okay. there is nothing noble about shunning responsibility.<\/p>\n<p>but i don&#8217;t know what to do with that. i don&#8217;t know how to reconcile my desire for a world where ordinary things are beautiful and everybody can make magic with the reality that some days there is nothing but gloom and sometimes our favorite people let us down. i don&#8217;t know how to act with urgency, because i am too busy painting candy-colored skies and taking naps beneath cardboard trees. i don&#8217;t know how to be a grown-up.<\/p>\n<p>shouldn&#8217;t i know this by now? i am almost 27 years old. <!--shit.--> when my mother was my age, she was rearing a rambunctious 2-year-old. i can&#8217;t conceive of taking care of another person. i can barely take care of myself.<\/p>\n<p>i know i am on my way to somewhere good, but i have come across some twists and bumps, and i&#8217;m scared. i&#8217;m scared of tripping and falling and hurting myself. <!--i'm scared of hurting.--> i&#8217;m scared of going there alone. mostly, though, i&#8217;m just scared that i might not get anywhere at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>after weighing all my baggage and measuring all the options, after making mistakes and learning from them, after taking stock in who i am and what i have and where i want to go, i realize that all it comes down to is: i don&#8217;t want to grow up. while it may seem charming and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/401"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=401"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/401\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1361,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/401\/revisions\/1361"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=401"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=401"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=401"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}