Just call me "Grandma"

In my attempt to be refreshed and alert for work today I settled into bed at 10:00 p.m. last night. At the exact moment I shut off my light, screams shot across the courtyard of my apartment complex.

"YEA! You got it dude!" and "You rock!" trembled the glass in my windows. I sat up hoping the reason people were loudly celebrating was because they'd saved a child who had dropped from a window. Unfortunately, they were reveling in a triumphant game of beer pong.

I was indignant. It was a Monday night! Who plays beer pong at 10 on a Monday night?! I promptly called my landlord to bring attention to this monstrosity.

On the third ring I hung up with the most startling realization. I was being a buzz kill. I was being that horrible neighbor that always disturbed my not-so-innocent fun in college. What had happened to me? I used to care about the dynamics of a party and the outcome of games like these.

Of course, I knew the reason. I now work a full time job and I guess this type of behavior is typical. The sad thing is, I never thought that something like a job could influence my personality and priorities like this.

My friends always joked that my hobbies- knitting, reading and decaf tea- made me a grandma. Now I'm thinking that it had turned into a very real perception of who I am.

I guess this is all natural, I just wish that there was a way to hold onto who I was as I evolve into whom I hope to become.