“Someday, I’d turn into one of those boring adults.”
Since my childhood, I had find growing up fascinating. The power they wielded always seemed so amazing. They could go anywhere, eat anything, spend any time, and my personal favourite, read anything anytime anywhere. Their life seemed so cool, so mystical, and a whole lot of fun.
Then teenage happened.
Thanks to Pokemon & Digimon, I felt I was simply evolving, like a Caterpie, or an Agumon.
Combine that with a rather isolated childhood, and a creature with little perception of growing up is created. My only reliable sources were my limited observations of my father and whatever I could salvage from books. It was from these books where I first came to learn of how much adulthood sucks. The responsibilities, the lack of aspirations and motivations, the fact that you have to do your own laundry, ugh. My childhood self was scared shitless of all that was written in the great volumes of knowledge. Suddenly, I felt like not growing up.
Why is it so? Why adulthood seems like an unavoidable plague? And what’s up with the terrible simile?
Let’s (hopefully) find some answers here.
What are we so scared of?
As kids, the lack of knowledge of life in general helps create an amazing fantasy, where everything is possible. As we grow up though, it becomes almost voluntary to give up on things which we once held dear. It could be a passion, an aspiration, a relation, anything basically which we have to let go as we grow up. It’s like giving up a body part so vital, you can’t live without it.
There’s also a lingering fear of responsibilities which could escalate our fear. I mean, who would want to be responsible for their own laundry for crying out loud? With responsibilities come greater stakes, and failing them does not seem like an option. Unlike our youth, taking risks finally becomes risky.
The previous paragraph could also be viewed in a different light. While we are young, there are multiple paths we can take in life. There is a whole multiverse open for us to explore. Entrepreneurship, cooking, clubbing, travelling, singing, there is virtually nothing impossible during this springtime. Once we become adults though, a path must be taken. Going back and trying something different becomes an impossibility. It becomes a video game, with only one life to spare.
In a nutshell, adulthood equals tons of responsibilities and none of opportunities.
Or is it?
OBJECTION! *slams desk*
Life’s whatever we end up making it. True, there will be a lot of variables which will throw off your calculations and the deviations at time will seem devilish. The mundanity of life may seem unbearable, and the only agent seemingly responsible for it will be us growing up. There will be things in life which will be missed. A lot of childhood comforts will flash through, beckoning to come back to them.
But who said we have to throw everything away?
Maybe we can’t do stupid things like those in our childhood, but we still can be honest to some, just like we were when we were kids. Yes, some dreams will be given up on, but in place of them, new dreams can sprout, if you want them to. Some comforts will be gone, but there will be new ones if you seek them out.
I might sound like a naive child who has no idea about the workings of life, but I have a simple philosophy I’ve believed in since my childhood.
I just have to remember.
If I can remember what I want, I can bypass being a boring adult. If I remember the times adults pissed me off with their grown-up banter, I will not become one of them.
“I thought what I’d do was, I’d pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes.”
A rather defiant fictional hacker added a little something to this quote, and I have to agree on the enormity of this question:
“Or should I?”
P.S.: To a certain someone, if you tried and slip in anything related to marriage, I’ll do a lot of unmentionable things to your unmentionable parts of body.