Desired Delusion

They are so annoying.
So young, attractive, healthy, cool...
these newbie adults.

I envy them. I once was “them.”

So busy with fun things.
Places to go, people to “hang” with.
Trips and independence.

Drummed up importance.

(“Can’t I come with you?
Am I really so old?”
“Mom, are you kidding?”)

...the unspoken, understood conversation.

“May I treat you to lunch?”
“Sure! How ‘bout tomorrow?”
(Ahhh, success! A ticket to fraternity.)

Bribes, in exchange for delusion.