It’s funny how some things just don’t matter like they used to.
We all outgrow things along the way.
Here’s a few of mine:
* Outgrown explaining myself to people
who weren’t really listening.
* Outgrown holding more grudges than
high court judges, because life’s too short.
* Outgrown my old pants, so I just leave ’em off.
* Outgrown medium-size T-shirts. Unless
they’re ridiculously stretchy.
* Outgrown acquaintances that masquerade as
friends when it suits. Not to mention their
Cadbury’s-level flakiness.
* Outgrown candy floss, it’s basically an
attractively spun beehive made of sugar.
Why did it taste amazing as a kid and
like cardboard as an adult?
* Outgrown words that aren’t backed up by
actions or intent.
* Outgrown wearing a blonde wig and high heels
… except at the weekend.
* Outgrown thinking some memories would
always feel the same.
* Outgrown impossibly cheap wine, not outgrown
sharing a bottle.
Some things stay. Some things don’t.
