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Kid Problems

"A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams." John Barrymore


My entire childhood consisted of me going through what was possibly a mid life crisis. As a Kindergardener I always thought I was too old because I was not a toddler. As a middle schooler I figured it was best to be in Elementary school where all the kids were safe and happy...you can see how this is going to continue. Somehow in the early years of college there was a change though. I went from being mature and sensitive to being...well, whatever the hell I kind of wanted to be. This brings me to the follow up of the previous post...as an adult it's ok to occasionally have a few kid problems. 

At 27 years age I still think that I am a bit too old and I've possibly wasted my younger years. I can't play hooky from work, I can't have my parents give me money for stuff I don't really need and I have to feed myself, which really sucks. This way of thinking is completely wrong though because as an adult I can act like an adult or even a kid any time I wanted. For instance...
  • I can play hooky from work. It's somehow more satisfying to skip work to watch a movie in the middle of the day. 
  • I don't need to as my parents for money because I have my own money to buy whatever I want. 
  • I can feed myself whatever I want as well, even if it's ice cream for breakfast. This last part is the reason why I am currently trying to watch what I eat for a few months. 

A couple of weeks ago I was riding my scooter and hit a bump in the sidewalk. I skinned my knee pretty bad and it hurt for days...kid problems. 

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