I'll be the first person to admit that I have the maturity level of a red-headed, freckle-faced, pre-teen boy.
I laugh when people fart. Actually, if I were being completely honest, I'd tell you that I laugh when I fart. I enjoy hiding around corners and screaming "Boo!" at innocent bystanders. If I'm in a bad mood on a rainy day, I just go for a drive in my car and splash people walking on sidewalks to make myself feel better. I feel uncomfortable looking at nude statues, and often catch myself thinking, "Real people don't look like that. Or do they? I'm pretty sure I don't look anything like that naked.", and then I rush home to observe and take mental note of every inch of my oddly-shaped, butt-naked bod, so that the next time I'm at an art museum (or Rome, for that matter), I'll be able to answer my own questions.
The older I get, the more I realize that growing up blows. I don't cry on birthdays yet, but when I think about how every year that I get older, I lose a little bit of that leeway I once had to act childish... well, let's just say the thought doesn't exactly spark up the warmest or the fuzziest feelings in my heart.
I just don't understand the big hoopla that people make over becoming an adult. Because, let's face it, kids just grow up to be less fun and less energetic versions of themselves. Why would anyone want that?!
Look back at the times when you had the most fun... I'll go out on a limb and say that most of them happened when you were a kid or a young adult. The reason for this is that when you're younger, simple things make you happy. Be it a sprinkler that's going off in a neighbors yard that you can't resist running through, or bubbles that you play with until the bottle dries out, or building a massive fortress with blankets that adults only use to keep their old bodies from freezing... children appreciate the miniscule components of life, and that makes them remarkable in my eyes.
I hate when adults believe that children should be seen and not heard. Today, I saw a mother and her son walking around my work. The boy was about 2 or 3 years old, toddling around, talking quite loudly. His mom was preoccupied with whatever she had on her mind, not paying the kid much attention, although you could tell she would pay someone to take him off her hands for 5 minutes so that she could have some peace and quiet. I couldn't help but smirk and giggle as I listened to the little boy, noticing and commentating on the details of everything within his sight. He was ecstatic as he discovered the colors, smells, and textures of things that most adults wouldn't even take a second look at. And all the while, his mom was annoyed that he wouldn't shut up and be quiet. I guess I don't have kids, and I'm sure that 24 hours of constant babbling would get on my nerves as well, but I'm telling you... listening to him made me want to go out and discover new things in this world that I've never seen.
The older you get, the more mature you become. I understand this. But why is maturity our goal? Why do we all seek the one thing that sucks the fun out of everything?
No. I refuse. Yes, I will accept responsibility. I will pay my bills on time and I will go to work everyday until I retire.
But, I'm sorry... I will not stop laughing when people fart.
I laugh when people fart. Actually, if I were being completely honest, I'd tell you that I laugh when I fart. I enjoy hiding around corners and screaming "Boo!" at innocent bystanders. If I'm in a bad mood on a rainy day, I just go for a drive in my car and splash people walking on sidewalks to make myself feel better. I feel uncomfortable looking at nude statues, and often catch myself thinking, "Real people don't look like that. Or do they? I'm pretty sure I don't look anything like that naked.", and then I rush home to observe and take mental note of every inch of my oddly-shaped, butt-naked bod, so that the next time I'm at an art museum (or Rome, for that matter), I'll be able to answer my own questions.
The older I get, the more I realize that growing up blows. I don't cry on birthdays yet, but when I think about how every year that I get older, I lose a little bit of that leeway I once had to act childish... well, let's just say the thought doesn't exactly spark up the warmest or the fuzziest feelings in my heart.
I just don't understand the big hoopla that people make over becoming an adult. Because, let's face it, kids just grow up to be less fun and less energetic versions of themselves. Why would anyone want that?!
Look back at the times when you had the most fun... I'll go out on a limb and say that most of them happened when you were a kid or a young adult. The reason for this is that when you're younger, simple things make you happy. Be it a sprinkler that's going off in a neighbors yard that you can't resist running through, or bubbles that you play with until the bottle dries out, or building a massive fortress with blankets that adults only use to keep their old bodies from freezing... children appreciate the miniscule components of life, and that makes them remarkable in my eyes.
I hate when adults believe that children should be seen and not heard. Today, I saw a mother and her son walking around my work. The boy was about 2 or 3 years old, toddling around, talking quite loudly. His mom was preoccupied with whatever she had on her mind, not paying the kid much attention, although you could tell she would pay someone to take him off her hands for 5 minutes so that she could have some peace and quiet. I couldn't help but smirk and giggle as I listened to the little boy, noticing and commentating on the details of everything within his sight. He was ecstatic as he discovered the colors, smells, and textures of things that most adults wouldn't even take a second look at. And all the while, his mom was annoyed that he wouldn't shut up and be quiet. I guess I don't have kids, and I'm sure that 24 hours of constant babbling would get on my nerves as well, but I'm telling you... listening to him made me want to go out and discover new things in this world that I've never seen.
The older you get, the more mature you become. I understand this. But why is maturity our goal? Why do we all seek the one thing that sucks the fun out of everything?
No. I refuse. Yes, I will accept responsibility. I will pay my bills on time and I will go to work everyday until I retire.
But, I'm sorry... I will not stop laughing when people fart.
I have never been as depressed as I was on my 25th birthday. I thought I had to stop acting like a child and be all grown up. Now that I'm nearing 40, and I just laughed hysterically at the fart app my husband downloaded for his smartphone, I realize I was completely wrong.
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