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I am hereby officially tendering my
resignation as an adult. I have decided
I would like to accept the responsibilities
of an 8 year-old.
I want to go to McDonald's and
think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud
puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.
So... here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause........
......"Tag! You're it."
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
Yeah, would be nice, but...
So I take it you have left this site? And you have a guardian? You would have to be somebody's ward if you wanted to be 8 again.
Then you would have all of the misgivings of not knowing what was going to happen when all over again, no challenges, adventures and rewards of manhood, just the simple life of the Planet of the Apes.
It is not technology makes people lazy, it is the man-boy mentality which reduces people. I imagine there is a female equivalent, but will leave that to someone who knows.
P.s. your beard will still grow, and people will think you're Herbert the Pervert or Chester the Mollester when you try and go back to school, which you must do on a daily basis from now on. And, school has no paycheck, but loads of homework.
looks amused, interesting post.
You know, if the world were a different place, you wouldn't need to be a kid again to have these simplicities. we, as humans, put the complications on life; at least most of them anyway. I do, however, totally understand where you're coming from and often wish this for myself, in fact. good writing.
also, I believe this should be on Writers Block.
awwwww poor people. I don't care. LOL
Loved it.
when i was eight life wasn't that simple. glad it was for you. my best friend was dying of brain cancer. my parents had marital dificulties. my brother was under the care of a psychiatrist. i loved my childhood but I wouldn't voluntarily go back to eight.
Actually, I think this is a poem. I don't remember the poet's name, but I read and analyzed this when I was in junior high.
Life for adults is not this simple of course. I don't think it's humans who make life more complicated than this. It's just that as you get older, you gain more responsibilities, which causes more worrying. Yes, somtimes, we make things more complicated than what is necessary, but life for an adult could never be this simple.
Thank you, Turricane, for getting across the idea that I wanted to. I may be the Scrooge of this group, but for any of you whose lives were this simple, more power to you. At eight years old, my parents were going through a divorce, I was being bullied in school, all the worse because it was a Catholic school, and our perish had no tolerance for divorce. A good friend of mine, it came out later, was being sexually molested by her stepfather at that age, though I did not know it at the time. Another good friend of mine was watching her father fight stomach cancer, which she lost him to less than a year later. So, even by the age of eight, things were not as simple as this Utopian poem. The world is not simple, whether you're an adult or child. It's just that the complexities, and the joys, are very different.
I think this was meant to make people smile and perhaps daydream about a happier time. No one had a perfect childhood, but I totally get the point of the poem and appreciate it.
My childhood sucked, so no, life wasn't ever this simple, and I would never voluntarily choose to go back to when I was eight years old. Nevertheless, I thought this poem was cute and it made me smile. :)
exactly. I totally get the point, and that's enough.
My childhood wasn't perfect, but it wasn't really traumatic either. But I'm an adult now, for better or worse, and I'm stuck with it. Lol. But yes, it tmade me smile. Besides, we can all be children at heart, even if not in body. And that, I think, is where the fun is. Life is what you make of it, I say.
Agreed, Allie, hence why I pointed out at the very end of my post that being an adult has its share of complexities, but also its joys. They just happen to be of a different variety.
Well I'd definitely be lying if I said I didn't occasionally drift back in my mind to my childhood or even High School days. Those were times wen things were simpler and, as a side note, when TV was actually still worth watching for the most part. Commedies were actually funny, Reality TV was actually based on reality and not the fake crap we have today, MTV actually played music...well you get the picture.
I like being an adult. Since when can an eight year old can get into clubs or have the balls to engage a very attractive member of the opposite sex in a conversation?
Life is kind of like a gamble. The greater the possibilities, the greater the risks. Some people liked it better when both the possibilities and risks are really simple, while others are more...out there. I don't think there's anything wrong with either.
Maybe I'm taking the whole thing too seriously, but to me, the idea of wishing for something you know full well is impossible seems like it would make somebody extremely sad, not make them smile at all. People seem to do a lot of this sort of wishing.
I agree with the last post completely. I'll add that I don't like this letter, at all. I love being an adult, and wouldn't want things to be different even if it were possible.
The letter describes the modern manboy. Would it be womangirl for women? I don't know: But these are the types who long for a so-called innocent time, fondling over the fifties as though it were the Golden Age, editing out the McCarthyism and other undesirables. These types nostalgically create an illusion for themselves, because illusion is a lot easier than taking personal responsibility for one's future.
Hmm. This song reminds me of Michael Jackson's song "Child Hood." I agree and I resign being an adult too. But any advice from me would be as long as you have God family friends and someone special you can get through anything! I agree with this post completely! :) So bring on the sun shine rainbowsand lemonade. Let's build snow angels and change the world one smile at a time! My Child hood was the same! :) As long as you are always young in your mind body heartand soul, in the words of Peter Pan, you will never grow up. Great post black prince! Keep posting! I loved it! :)
Ah childhood. I like that song.
I have seen this poem before and I think it's great and can very much relate to me sometimes.
I must admit I have felt the same way.