Growing up is not what it's cracked up to be. No one's nice to you anymore because you're young and innocent -- they're all out to get you. Boy, that didn't sound paranoid at all. What I meant is that the selfish people out there -- and let's face it, the majority of us are -- are just looking out for themselves and are willing to step on anyone ... except kids (most of the time). As a child you can be carefree. There's nothing to worry about. The future, grades, bills, high cholesterol, creaky joints ... Yeah, whatever. You can attempt to fly from the jungle gym, nearly break your bones when you crash to the ground, cry for about five minutes, get a kiss from mommy, and then do it all over again. The only thing we had to be upset about back then was not getting that new toy. Heck, if you pouted enough you'd probably get it eventually anyway. You could grow up to be anything you wanted ... A fairy princess, a pirate, a superhero, all of the above, and for those weirdo extra-ambitious kids, a teacher or even a doctor.
Then you actually do grow up and your limbs suddenly get really long in a short period of time so that your brain hasn't registered it yet and you become awkward and think that your depth perception is off. AND, just as you're crashing into doorframes and knocking everything over, people expect you to be responsible as you become ... DUN DUN DUN ... A young adult. You have to keep your grades up and get a job. You have to actually clean your room and make you own appointments with the doctor and get normal skin-tone band-aids to put on you boo-boos ... er, injuries. Cook for yourself and do your own dishes. You can go buy your own groceries too -- but act your age ... No having someone push you around in the cart and no gliding down the aisles pretending the cart's a scooter. And you can forget running around pulling coupons out of those flashing dispensers or sticking your arms inside your shirt to keep from freezing when you walk down the frozen food aisle.
Sure, in theory you can still do whatever you want, but you can't get away with it anymore just by being cute. You're better off fitting into the adult society. Go forth and be puppets. Be responsible for your actions, earn lots of money, and then solve global warming. Being carefree? Ha. Who wants to be a kid and be allowed to be blissfuly ignorant? I'd rather have to worry about paying the mortgage and fixing this and doing the laundry and fighting wrinkles. I don't want to take chances or do anything dangerous (although I guess kids don't really know what danger is). No siree. I want to plan every detail of my life out and live it that way. No spontaneity whatsoever.
I'm going to throw a temper tantrum now.
.Born Under a Bad Sign - Cream.
