I don’t want to be an adult anymore
Bills and responsibilities.
You know what really stinks about adulthood? Growing up.
I’ve found how things — at least for me — have changed since I’ve gotten older and in my professional career. There’s no galavanting at local gin mills until all hours of the night (morning). I find I drive (most of the time) better and such. I don’t take a lot of risks — not that I ever really did. I hate driving at night.
Before long I’ll be talking about “Back in my day…”
I think I already do that.
Let me say this, though. Being an adult in the current day is better than starting to grow up now. When I was a kid, we didn’t have all this fancy technology (which, for the record, I love). We didn’t have cell phones and computers and all that. We went out and played, be it sports or something else. You could play “war” without worrying about getting shot or arrested. You could explore the woods without having too much of a concern about ticks and diseases. We drank straight from streams and we didn’t have the fear that every stranger was looking to harm us.
That’s a hell of a difference.
Being an adult isn’t so bad. Usually. There are a lot more freedoms and such. But I do think about the current generation of youngsters and hope things will be good for them when they get older. I may have had some issues when I was younger, but I — for the most part — enjoyed my childhood and was pretty carefree.
Growing up wasn’t bad. Sure, there are responsibilities and more bills, but maybe it’s not so bad after all.
Maybe I actually just wish I could take 10 years off my age… then I might be OK after all …
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