adulthood

Jul. 31st, 2017 10:46 pm
kate_nepveu: sleeping cat carved in brown wood (Default)
[personal profile] kate_nepveu
I generally don't feel old or even middle-aged (elementary-school kids are a good antidote to that, for me). But it seems appropriate to note the one time recently when I genuinely felt like an adult:

I finished T. Kingfisher's Summer in Orcus, in which Baba Yaga grants the eponymous Summer her heart's desire, and because I'm a daydreamer I set about deciding what my heart's desire would be. And after not very much thought, I concluded that the genuine wish of my heart . . .

. . . was to live in a post-scarcity society.

And that's when I said to myself, boy, I'm not even remotely a candidate to be the protagonist of an adventure novel any more. (Not that I ever was. But still.)

Date: 2017-08-01 04:08 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Going out to search for and/or create a post-scarcity society sounds as though it would make a pretty good adventure novel to me, actually.

Date: 2017-08-01 04:09 am (UTC)
rushthatspeaks: (Default)
From: [personal profile] rushthatspeaks
Sorry, that was me and it logged me out in the middle of posting the comment.

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