Six reasons why adults suck
I don’t like hanging out with grown-ups.
Grown-ups suck. Which is exactly the reason why I am dating a younger guy, and it feels normal. I wasn’t looking for somebody younger, it came as a blessing to remind my brain of the normal state of things. Hanging out with my boyfriend brings out the acute realization of how horribly pathetic adult aspirations are.
Adults inevitably do the following things:
1. They think that you are both ridiculous and illegal for being serious about what turns you on. They think, you got some nerve. They expect you to be diseased. They also expect you to fail.
2. They insist on flooding you with a painful stream of inspirational statements that hint familiarity with the latest buzzwords but reek of desperation.
3. They use each other. It includes you.
4. They try to sell you things that you don’t need. It makes them feel important.
5. They suppress their instincts and impulses so as not to be labeled as needy.
6. They write pathetic white papers on Gen Y.
What a carousel of leprosy.
Adult hearts are stitched with compromises, their robotic circles are Dante’s Inferno. Confused, tired, spiteful, convinced of their righteousness, so lovably unhappy and so legitimately frustrated.
Oh and – the moment you start thinking it’s okay to do any those things, you become one of them.
I remember very well the state of my mind when I was fifteen and when I was the shit. The new generation, the promise of the bright future. I remember very well my first office job, the desire to “play an adult” and how it sucked me in. I remember the pain of untangling myself from the trap, the guilt, the must-dos. “Once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger”. Social pressure. Hanging out with the settle-downs. Mommy-let-me-out!!!!!!
The difference between a child and an adult is that for the child, there is no timeline. Death is a myth, and the undo button is readily available. Adults know better. Adults have problems. Adults seek out guidelines, tools, philosophies, and techniques.
To me, it’s not about hot bodies (although I welcome those as passionately as you can possibly imagine). It is about shiny eyes.
It is not about mantras, it is not about the law of attraction, it is not about attending seminars. It is about….that thing that you have, remembering that sky above your head, your favorite song and your best friend.
Sometimes I have to slap myself out of adult patterns. I, the brave soul, catch myself thinking horrible dull thoughts that make me want to puke in the aftermath.
By the way, I don’t blame or condemn grown-ups, I am just deadly scared to be like them.
I understand – but I don’t want to. I, too, have been hurt by surprise more than you can imagine. I have watched those reflexes in slow motion. I know how to look upon the world with the eyes of a chased animal. But see, once you start acting like a chased animal, the world catches up to it and starts suiting you. I don’t know about you, I’d rather be ridiculous.