The Hippie and the Cynic

Going through some of my older posts and laughing at the tone of my writing. I admire the fact that I was so optimistic and positive. How could I not be? If I didn't want to deal with a person or situation, I didn't. Ahh, the days. No responsibilities. Well, except for getting that 12 page paper finished by the end of the week and making sure all cookies were bought for deserving teachers, that is. But besides that, nothing. It's easy to be carefree when not a single person depends on you. Not even yourself.

How did life get so hard, anyway?

J.S.