Jackassalope

Hey Fella

Next week I turn 28-years-old, and I’m not entirely sure how to feel about it. I’m no longer a kid, but I don’t really feel like an adult. I’m holding on tight to my boyish good looks, but wouldn’t mind resembling a man. So what does that make me?

As far as I can figure, it makes me a fella – ‘goodfella,’’ badfella,’ or even just a ‘hey fella.’ It’s not so bad being a fella. It’s better than being a ‘hey you’ or ‘that guy.’ I suppose fella is a good non-descript description of what I am or maybe of what I’m not. I’m young but have a family. I’m responsible but immature. I’m driven and lazy – not too much of one and thing and not too little of another. I seem to fall right there in the middle.

Maybe that means I’m just the right amount. Not being too much or too little of something focuses on the ‘not.’ Perhaps I need to focus on the ‘am?’ I suppose that’s what a fella would do.