Remember back when you were a little kid? The world then was so absolutely interesting that you never wanted to stop playing to eat, sleep, brush your teeth, bathe, or go to the bathroom. How many times did you pee your pants when you were outside playing because you didn’t want to stop and come inside to take care of business? How many times was bedtime the cause of a crying fit, with you insisting that you weren’t tired? It was all because you didn’t want to miss out on anything. The adults around never seemed to understand that, probably because your world didn’t seem all that interesting to them anymore.
These days I totally get it. And sometimes I think I’m regressing back to that stage and acting like a 3 year old. I’ve started resenting the time I spend on the mundane because it interrupts me from the fascinating and the exciting. I’m not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. It could mean that I’m extremely stressed out and imbalanced. On the other hand, it could mean that my world has once again become an amazing place to explore and experience.
Yes, I still shower and all the rest, but I wish that there were more time in the day to do and learn about cool stuff and hang around with interesting people. Most days I feel lucky that I don’t have a parent in the house to make me stop and go to bed. Other days I suppose maybe I need one….
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