skykiii
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Speaking as a man in his mid-to-late thirties.
There's an old saying: You spend your entire childhood wishing you were an adult... then when you're an adult, you spend it wishing you could be a kid again.
Personally, I skipped the first part of that--I never wanted to grow up. And these days, I think my childhood instincts were onto something.
First thing is that Most the supposed "advantages" of being an adult are bullshit. The thing I always hear is being an adult is cool because you get freedom and can do whatever you want because you have a car so you don't need your parents to drive you everywhere. Except in my experience that isn't what happens--first off, you need to be able to afford a car, then get a license to use it, and nowadays you also need insurance. Besides which, as an adult you have responsibilities you didn't have as a kid, and shirking them means losing money.
That's the other thing. Having a source of income is cool, and way better than an allowance... too bad most of it is gonna go to bills and shit, or if you're married (thankfully I'm not) gonna go to the wife and kids. And the stuff you get to keep, you feel you have to save just in case something comes up. So much for those dreams of getting that game you always wanted!
That's the second thing: By the time you're an adult, nothing you liked will be around anymore. If you're lucky you'll find something new you like, but from here it's always kind of transitory, just another thing to keep you distracted. I sometimes think people go into politics or become sex-obsessed simply to fill the void once they realize their dreams have become meaningless.
And here's probably the most controversial thing I'll say today:
I hate how, as an adult, everything becomes about sex in some way.
The proof is in the pudding here--just look at the topic titles here on Deep Thoughts: for every one definitely-not-sex topic, there's like twenty that are all about sex.
And here's another test: if you have any particularly creative friends, try to remember (or dig up, if they wrote it down) things they made up before they hit puberty. Now compare it to the things post-puberty. I can almost guarantee pre-puberty will have a lot of just wild stories that do insane things that show a genuine enthusiasm, creativity, and energy (even when they're clearly aping at-the-time popular media)... meanwhile post-puberty, suddenly alternate universes, crystal planets, or mysterious magical phenomenon take a back seat to inventing situations where girls get naked or end up having sex with totally-not-a-self-insert.
And I just know I'm gonna get accused of being a prude, because how dare I say your kid was more creative when he was writing stories about Mr Clean fighting Xenomorphs and that he went sharply downhill when he suddenly decided he was more interested in writing about Minerva Mink being kidnapped and sold into sex slavery! I know, I'm such a cad for suggesting this direction might be inferior or something. (Those are both hypothetical examples, by the way... though it would not surprise me if the Minerva Mink thing actually happened).
Anyway, that's my rant.
There's an old saying: You spend your entire childhood wishing you were an adult... then when you're an adult, you spend it wishing you could be a kid again.
Personally, I skipped the first part of that--I never wanted to grow up. And these days, I think my childhood instincts were onto something.
First thing is that Most the supposed "advantages" of being an adult are bullshit. The thing I always hear is being an adult is cool because you get freedom and can do whatever you want because you have a car so you don't need your parents to drive you everywhere. Except in my experience that isn't what happens--first off, you need to be able to afford a car, then get a license to use it, and nowadays you also need insurance. Besides which, as an adult you have responsibilities you didn't have as a kid, and shirking them means losing money.
That's the other thing. Having a source of income is cool, and way better than an allowance... too bad most of it is gonna go to bills and shit, or if you're married (thankfully I'm not) gonna go to the wife and kids. And the stuff you get to keep, you feel you have to save just in case something comes up. So much for those dreams of getting that game you always wanted!
That's the second thing: By the time you're an adult, nothing you liked will be around anymore. If you're lucky you'll find something new you like, but from here it's always kind of transitory, just another thing to keep you distracted. I sometimes think people go into politics or become sex-obsessed simply to fill the void once they realize their dreams have become meaningless.
And here's probably the most controversial thing I'll say today:
I hate how, as an adult, everything becomes about sex in some way.
The proof is in the pudding here--just look at the topic titles here on Deep Thoughts: for every one definitely-not-sex topic, there's like twenty that are all about sex.
And here's another test: if you have any particularly creative friends, try to remember (or dig up, if they wrote it down) things they made up before they hit puberty. Now compare it to the things post-puberty. I can almost guarantee pre-puberty will have a lot of just wild stories that do insane things that show a genuine enthusiasm, creativity, and energy (even when they're clearly aping at-the-time popular media)... meanwhile post-puberty, suddenly alternate universes, crystal planets, or mysterious magical phenomenon take a back seat to inventing situations where girls get naked or end up having sex with totally-not-a-self-insert.
And I just know I'm gonna get accused of being a prude, because how dare I say your kid was more creative when he was writing stories about Mr Clean fighting Xenomorphs and that he went sharply downhill when he suddenly decided he was more interested in writing about Minerva Mink being kidnapped and sold into sex slavery! I know, I'm such a cad for suggesting this direction might be inferior or something. (Those are both hypothetical examples, by the way... though it would not surprise me if the Minerva Mink thing actually happened).
Anyway, that's my rant.
