Adulthood
I’ve been thinking about being an adult lately. I really have no idea what it means to be an adult. I’ve rejected the notion most of my life simply because I’ve associated it with losing your childhood sense of wonder and playfulness, which I never want to happen. But then again, I find myself pretending to be adult-like in much of my life out of simple necessity, and not all of that is bad. Having a job, owning my own house, not being overly prone to drama, etc. I just haven’t fully figured out how to separate the good from the bad consistently and in a way where I still embody the kid in me and the adult I am somehow becoming. Yesterday I was at lunch looking around at all the people scurrying to and from work, having adult-like conversations and doing adult-like things and thinking that each one of these people is really just a large kid behaving as if they were an adult. It’s like the muppet babies but in reverse. The hypothetical in that show was always “what if the muppets were all babies?” whereas in real life the hypothetical is “what if all these kids were adults?” The strange thing is that when I thought about the people I was watching in that way, it made me feel quite connected to them somehow. Like we are all just doing our best at this adulthood thing. I just hope that each one of them has found a place where they can toss off all their clothing and run through the sprinkle
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