I Don't Wanna Grow Up
I'm old enough to know better. Old enough to be a "mature adult" in public. But that doesn't mean I am. Sometimes I let my inner child out to play. My inner child is a five year old. For instance, my inner child likes to play the punch bug game whenever riding in a car. Down here, it gets right painful. There's a lot more VW Beetles in the south than there were in the north. That's right, I'm a transplanted Yankee. Much like a good Gardenia Bush I was floundering up in that cold, but at first glance it would seem I'm flourishing down here, thanks for asking hon.
Back to my inner child. My inner child is a lot more mischievous than I was as an actual child. My inner child likes to play practical jokes on "authority figures" that I never would have done when I was younger. I personally, think this is very healthy, well, unless someone gets hurt because of a joke. You know, it's true what they say, it really IS all fun and games until someone pokes out an eye. At any rate, I really do think you should nurture your inner child, otherwise you're forty with thinning hair trying to recapture your youth with a "fire engine red breezer" divorced from your first wife or husband and dating someone half your age who's really after your money because you're going to be kicking the bucket soon if you keep up all your crazy childish ways.
See, that's all preventable if you just let your inner child out once in a while. Little Bobby or Little Jessica needs sunlight just as much as your post winter pasty behind does. By letting your inner child out in small, controlled, doses you can prevent the inevitable midlife crisis, and in turn, prevent a lot of mocking.
My father seems to be in favor of this, for he is often just as juvenile as me. When he learns someone is having a birthday party, he first checks porn shops and Spencers for gag gifts. It's a trait I seem to have inherited, after all, nothing quite suits the birthday boy or girl like the lovely shade of red they turn when they unwrap a brand new bright blue vibrator, batteries included.
Recently I had gone grocery shopping with my father. Now I forget what we had gone in the row for, but we happened to be in the row that included the multitudes of Jello that exist now-a-days. Upon turning and spotting the Jello my father exclaimed, "Look! Jello." At which point we sang together, "J-E-L-L-O!" This was our inner child speaking. We've also been known to burst into random renditions of "I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener!" ('Cause that IS what I'd really like to be.)
I like when my inner child comes out to play, it's always entertaining, and I feel better afterward. It's like exercise without that pesky moving around crap. I get a good healthy laugh and the memory of it can last and last. So I recommend playing with your inner child once in a while, you never know when he or she might have some amazing break through as to the meaning of life. And if your inner child's a slacker, well at least he or she will be entertaining sometimes.
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my inner child is who bought that set of a thousand legos and loves to stick her hands into bags of popcorn kernals. and occasionally she compells me to say "ooh shinies!" outloud in stores when i find something interesting.. and shiny.
~calystomouse
Strangely enough, my inner child wishes she hadn't sold her set of a thousand legos and also is compelled to say "Ooh, shinies!" when out in public, as well as push the buttons on all the toys that make noise.
i like your writing, you have a smooth style that's comfortable to read, unlike alot of writers, who ramble (as do you) but in an uninteresting kind of way.
anyway, i am very in touch with my inner child, the one constantly allowing itself to be an idiot, without thought of shame or pride, in public, very public places usually. too many people walk around day to day concerned of other peoples' opinions or their own appearance, and i think an inner child's voice is most strong when you can consciously stroll through life happily and consciously without worry about such things, enjoying yourself and everything that makes you you, as when you were a child. When you are a child, you can wear flippers, a cape and pajamas and be in public (scuba steve) and not care, that is at the heart of every child, indifference towards "society" and what's "in", just happiness in everything that makes being alive wonderful: sunshine, laughter, friends, flowers, a hug, and capri suns... anyone who finds joy in the simple pleasures, is in some way or form, still sharing life with their inner child, and really, in most ways, that is all that is important.
-b
*swoon* Oh b. You so smart. Heh. Very true though. A lot of people do care too much about seeming hip, or cool or popular or trendy or whatever word they're using to describe themselves now. I don't know how anyone can be really happy when they're worrying so much. Also, Capri-Sun? Dude. I just fell a little in love with you. I love Capri-Sun. It's so tasty, and healthier than soda, and I love the noise it makes when you get to the end and suck out all the air. I like the kind that have Strawberry in them best, 'cause I love me some strawberries! Anyway, thanks for the compliments on my writing. I do ramble, obviously, but I think too fast, that's why. At least, that's what I claim. haha.
Sorry, it's the water down here I swear! Can I say "How 'bout them Yankees?" I better be able to. My dad and I, and this is a true story and very funny, once went to a party store to get the stuff to make homemade chocolates... and they had a sign that said something like "Ask us about Adult Candy Forms." So we did, and ended up buying this form for suckers shaped like little penis'. They became quite the little novelty joke, dad and I would serve them to guests just to see their expression. I suppose it didn't help we made some purple and blue ones that had raspberry flavoring in them, ha. It's so sad that you're allergic to skittles, and Capri Suns. Skittles rock, and so do Capri Suns.
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