Here’s one thing I believe to be true: As much as everyone grows older and wiser, at our core we’ll always be the same people we were in our youth. I may be a mature, learned, married, pay-my-own-bills version of the childhood Rachel, but when you strip all that away I still have many of the same insecurities and confidences, likes and dislikes.
Tonight, on the ride to our monthly cooking club meeting, a friend told me about the come-to-Jesus she had with one of her BFFs. As she told me about the conversation—one in which both parties expressed hurt feelings over various misunderstandings—I found myself thinking, “These are things I would have totally gotten upset over when I was 8, but I’d get equally upset today.”
As much as we like to think we outgrow our childish—maybe teenage?—jealousies or sensitivities, it’s not always the case. When it comes to issues with friends, fights and misunderstandings quite often stem from feelings of not being heard or recognized. We don’t feel validated. That’s true whether you’re 8 or 18 or 28.
But those childish sensibilities aren’t limited to the dark side—the insecurities or jealousies or hurt feelings. Nope. Humor has the ability to bring me back to childhood, too. For example, I learned tonight that mischievous girl talk about boy parts can still make me giggle like an embarrassed schoolgirl. And that comparing actual celebrity crushes (not the BFF girl-crush kind) can get silly, and even kind of squealy.
But here’s the thing: It’s fun! Those immature conversations about boys—especially amongst a group of women who are largely coupled off—are just so fun. They don’t involve any serious thinking or heavy lifting, just a few ladies willing to be delve into the depths of juvenile girl talk.
I’ve made no secret of how, when I started this blog, I was looking for relationships that reminded me of childhood friendships in terms of their last-minute what-are-you-doing-lets-go-to-the-mall-ness. But as I’ve come to accept the impossibility of that spontaneity, it’s nice to know that friendship can transport me to childhood in other ways.
Like giggling over cute boys.
Or planning princess parties. Royal wedding tiara not optional.
When you’re in a room full of friends—be they old or new—do you ever find yourself reverting to your most childish self? Or am I just that immature?