Being an Adult is Overrated…

Sure, we have all the coolest toys, and we don’t have to get special permission to stay up late; but we have to be responsible in order to get this stuff. If we stay up too late and sleep through our alarms, we don’t get to make the work up tomorrow. We often get fired for such things.

Have you ever looked back and wondered why you wanted to get here so fast?

Cover of "M*A*S*H (Widescreen Edition)"

When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than to watch cartoons on Saturday morning, and I could even recite most of the commercials off the top of my head. When my bike broke, I just asked mom to buy me the part I needed to fix it; and then fixed it in my driveway. Staying up late meant watching Letterman, then turning the volume down to watch MASH without my mom hearing it. Everything was… Simple.

Now, the cartoons are horrible, and you don’t even have to wait all week to watch them, so they aren’t special anymore. When my car breaks, I have to spend hundreds of dollars that aren’t in my budget, and usually have a shop fix it because some of the tools needed to do any work won’t fit in the garage. Staying up late means going out and trying to mingle with people I really don’t care for, trying to find a person I could maybe imagine spending more than three days with. Everything is… Complicated.

BMX bicycle rider is doing the Foofa-Noo. Used...

I remember dreaming about doing something exotic with my life, like saving lives as a doctor, or winning cases in grand fashion as a lawyer. Going grocery shopping meant going and picking out my favorite cereal from the store and begging for all the crap that my mom never wanted to buy, it was an event. Bill was the name of one of the neighbors, and I never had to talk to him. We could spend the entire summer riding our bikes, and pretending we were storming some wild land filled with monsters; conquering all with our trusty super-beam auto-targeting rifle of doom.

These days I only hope going back to school can help me get a job that I don’t absolutely hate. Going grocery shopping is a massive chore, which I hate, and it means going to the supermarket and standing in an excessively long line because some teenager can’t operate the register properly. Bill is no longer someone’s name, and I certainly can’t avoid it, or else I lose all my toys. If I spend the whole summer riding my bike now I would be living on it, and not have a home to keep me warm in the winter; and forget pretend rifles, because now I can’t stop thinking “that’s not real.”

Red roses

Someone, who I can’t remember, once said “stop and smell the roses.” I wish I would have listened when I was a kid, because one of the things I also did was constantly try to grow up faster. You just don’t understand what that means when you’re 5, or 10, or even 15. No matter how much anyone tried to tell me that I was rushing it, I kept on pushing. Maybe we all have that problem, except a blessed few who manage to keep their imaginations.

I think the reason why I look forward to college is because it is actually a step backwards. I will get to pretend to be 19 again, and experience something I should have done 10 years ago. Sometimes I wish I could turn back the clock and take all my knowledge with it, so I could once again think in a simple way. It’s not so much that I want to be little again, because I hated asking for help to get something off the top shelf, it’s that when you don’t know any better the world seems so much brighter. We see hunger as a world problem, but if you ask a kid how to solve it they will say something like “give everyone a pizza.” We can laugh at that now, because it’s humorously impossible, but a five year old would think that could work. A typical ten year old would say to build a McDonald’s in every town, because they aren’t worried about where McDonald’s gets their food, they only know they have food. A fifteen year old might give a more workable answer, but even then we would be able to poke thousands of holes in it, because they still don’t understand the cost of things.

Saturday on Sunday

Somehow, as we grow up, we become boring. We no longer think rain is fun, and snow annoys us. We have debates about stuffed-up politicians and finances, or what the best way to grill a steak is. They argue about who the best football player is, and constantly claim the be the best at any video game they play. We drive safe cars, at safe speeds, in safe zones, and put padding on everything. They just want some wheels, a hill, and some way to steer.

We used to have fun… once.

Now we don’t have the time.

Such a shame really, because if we did, our inner child would have so many ideas for what to do without mom telling us no all the time… If only we could hear them.

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8 thoughts on “Being an Adult is Overrated…

    • I have to say… I feel undeserving, and am truly grateful that you enjoy my random thoughts so much. I would return the favor, but you’ve already been nominated, and I’m afraid that I don’t have that many blogs I read regularly.

      I like yours, Randel’s, and A Frank Angle’s blogs a lot. The problem is, I find exploring blogs can be a bit time consuming, which my ADD-like attention span doesn’t cope with well, lol. That’s probably why I post about such a wide range of topics, I just can’t stay focused on one thing all the time.

  1. I agree, but not completely. The twenties are very tough actually as I look back; and this century is making the twenties nearly impossible. The thirties are so full of making it all work out. The 40s things start to come together. But, I have to say the 50s despite the inbound health woes that show up have actually been the better decade. So much has been decided, so much has been learned to like or dislike something, and here is the best part: you feel you can just be yourself. You can even say what you just want to say. Impressing people or caring about what they think or might not think starts to really fade.

    But, do not rush it. Time moves aplenty enough. I am 54 all of a sudden and wish I could be 23-26 again when graduate school really wasted and depressed me, although I did not really know it at the time. Take your time to find your path. Everyone has a different pace. Keep your health up. Good strong muscle development in the 20s pays off handsomely as you get older, keeps away the back pain, falls, etc. If I only knew then the benefits of strength training and the payoff down the road. No I am not talking steroids or those freaks in professional sports, just good solid fitness. It keeps you young!

    As for doing more schooling, look for something you have some passion for, but also because you still will have the bills to pay, a job area where the Chinese cannot take the job away. Work is not where you will get your best reward, just pay.

    I can tell you will make it because you write well and have a good perspective. Your observations have been keen. I am picky about sites, and yours is a very good, compelling one. That has to reflect character.

    Good luck with school, but be leery of the debt machine. The banks and US Government have conspired to make student loans non dis-chargeable, meaning they follow you for life if something goes amiss. It is America’s first true debtors prison without escape, compliments of the 2005 Congress and President Bush W when they rewrote the bankruptcy laws to completely punish young folks. It is a historical disgrace of tremendous proportions, and the country’s ticking time bomb.

    • I’m not worried about my physical fitness, because I am still almost the same as I was in High School. 5’10” and 160lbs… Of course, that’s because I am a bit of a food snob at times. It has to taste good, and be prepared properly with portions that don’t force me to fill my face like a pig in order to finish it.

      I don’t usually worry about keeping up with the Joneses or showing off. It’s really not that difficult to give the impression that you are more successful than your neighbors, you just have to know how to buy the things you buy. I drive a Saab, which gives everyone the impression that I have money, but in reality I bought it used for $10,000 in 2008. It’s a 2002 9-5, and most people still think it’s almost brand new. I’m sure you can already tell that I don’t usually concern myself with what most people will think of my opinions; I never really did, lol.

      I am going to be starting school at a technical college (Business Management) and transfer over to UW-Milwaukee to go for a Bachelor’s in Graphic Design and Photography. It’s a career that will continue to see demand long after I am dead, and it can be done freelance in the event that a job is lost to outsourcing or bankruptcy. I have a plan… I just feel that having that plan makes me old in some way, you know what I mean?

      I’m not too concerned with the student loan situation, because I know that I am capable (not guaranteed) of getting a job that will more than provide for the payments and my bills. Also, a lot of people forget that there are allowances (graces) for “hard-times” with regards to repaying the loans. If I was going for Doctor or Lawyer, I’d be far more worried. I originally was going to do the psychiatrist thing, but it’s a bit late in my life to go into debt as far as a half million dollars, and 12 years of schooling. Perhaps the best advantage I have is the lack of outstanding loans, so I don’t have to worry about car payments, or a mortgage while I attend school. I should be able to manage everything with a part-time job, and lots of time to focus on my studies.

  2. I appreciated the images of your childhood as riding bikes all summer and dealing with imaginary guns. On the other hand, life is about moving forward. When someone ever say, “I was I was age X again”, my comment is always the same —- “and to be that stupid again, no thanks.” Of course they always qualify it as you did – going back in time with the knowledge of present, but that’s not a choice. Nonetheless, we must use our experiences to must embrace today and tomorrow.

    At the same time, you bring forth that being young has a unique freedom that adulthood lacks … and like you mentioned, it’s the inverse relationship between freedom and responsibility.

    Good post – and good luck on the next step in your personal journey.

    • Maybe I worded it wrong… I meant to say that i don’t want the knowledge to come with me. So yes, in a way, i would become stupid again. One would find it hard to think like a kid if they had the knowledge and experience of an adult.

      It’s not that I really wish I could go back to being a kid, just that I could recapture that feeling and attitude, and maybe lose some of my responsibilities that make me so adult… ish.

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