Zoe Rights: When did this happen?

I'm boring. There I've said it. I've let the cat out of the bag.

I've become boring.

Boring, boring, boring, boring. The only adventure I have these days is daring to eat dessert before dinner. Ohhhh what a rebel.

How? How did the girl who used to hop in a car at eleven at night for some all night partying, or the girl (literally girl) who'd sneak into a bar to see Guns and Roses before they were even Guns and Roses, the girl who chatted up strangers on the bus. The one who used to thrive on adventure. Who couldn't get through her day with a little adrenaline pumping through her veins. How did she get so boring?

Let me tell you. It's kids. Kids make you boring. It's what they are biologically designed to do.

There you are going through your life happy as a clam. Then BAM. Right upside the head. Your precious bundle of joy is born. Suddenly a great overwhelming fear overtakes your entire body as you realize in one gigantic cosmic slap of the forehead, JUST HOW MANY WAYS YOU CAN SCREW THIS UP.

Let's forget for a minute about all the physical dangers, or the dangers of simply being too stupid to have children, but think of all the normal ordinary ways you can seriously do some lasting damage. I mean look at what your parents did and they were fairly normal people.

So you overcompensate. You set out to provide the most cushioned of existence. You move to the suburbs to be surrounded by people that look like you and act like you. Where crime is nil and sports become the activity of the weekend. Your entire world becomes meetings and the field, homework and the commute. Movies on Saturdays and the elliptical everyday. Vacations to the aquarium and museums.

I'm asked the question "What inspires you to be adventurous, inspires you to try new things?"

I don't remember anymore.