like being 13 again
It’s late in the afternoon. I have just put down the phone after a conversation with someone that just kept on talking and talking and talking. It’s been a long day; it’s been a long week. I’m exhausted and feel like screaming. But I’m not the only one.
Despite being alone at the office, the three of us close the door and whisper. We say stupid things and let out plots and plans that are usually just better kept to oneself. We make faces and sneer. We end up laughing and giggling.
I rarely miss my teenage days and I wouldn’t go back if I got the chance, but some days a little “teenage” is a wonderful thing.