Now and Then (Kleinsen)

Jared-Moving Too Fast (2)

Jared's POV

Did I just hear an alarm start ringing? Did I see sirens go flying past? Though I don't know what tomorrow's bringing, I've got a singular impression, things are moving too fast. I mean, who else has published a bestseller at eighteen? Not JK Rowling!

I'm gliding smooth as a figure skater. Like, dancing through life. Wait...that's from Wicked. Whatever, I'm on a roll here. I'm riding hot as a rocket ship. I just expected it ten years later. I've got a singular impression things are moving way too fast.

And my mom would say, "Oh, no! Step on the brakes! Stop this madness! But stop this train. Slow, slow! The light's turning red."

But I come back with, "No! No! Whatever I do, I barrel on through. And I don't complain, no matter what I try. I'm flying full speed ahead."

I'm never worried to walk the wire. I mean, if a. I won't do anything just half-assed. But with the stakes getting somewhat higher, I've got a singular impression things are moving too fast.

I found a man love. Evan and I have been dating for about a year now, and things had been getting more serious. Who knows, maybe one day we'll get married or something. Is that moving too fast?

And I found an agent who loves me. Things might get bumpy but. Some people analyze every detail. Some people stall when they can't see the pathway. Some people freeze out of fear that they'll fall through with nothing, but I keep rollin' on. Some people can't get success with their career. Some people never feel love in their heart. Some people can't tell the difference between left and right, but keep rollin' on.

But...what if I can't follow through? What else could I ever be...what would Evan think? I dream of writing like the high and mighty. Now I'm the subject of a bidding war. I met my personal Aphrodite...or whatever a male version of him would be. Hermes? Apollo? Scratch that. Evan is a god himself.

I'm doing things I never dreamed of before. Evan and I are about to start to take the next step together. I even found an apartment on Seventy-Third. The Atlantic Monthly's printing my first chapter. Two thousand bucks without rewriting one word. I left Columbia college, and I don'tregret it. I wrote a book and Jonathan Larson read it.

My heart's been stolen by a man who I never knew I'd know to love. My ego's swollen by the world around me turning in exactly the right way. I just keep rollin' along.

And I think, "Well, well, what else is in store?" Got all this and more before nineteen. It's hard not to be sure. I'm spinning out of control. I'm just a man in love with Evan, and life seems like a roller coaster that only goes up.

I'm feeling panicked and rushed and hurried. I'm feeling outmaneuvered and outclassed. But I'm so happy I can't get worried about this singular impression

I've got a singular impression things are moving too fast.

Stay snazzy!!!!

I'm in love with writing this. What do y'all think?