Adult but yet so inchoate

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Remember when you were a child, you couldn’t wait to become an adult? What were we thinking? Being an adult is not as awesome as you think. OK, you’re allowed to do more things when you were a child. But when you’re an adult, you have responsibilities. Paying taxes, searching for a job etc. As a child, you don’t know anything about it. You just want to play with your friends and stay away from the opposite sex. You’re allowed to be inchoate and no one thinks you’re weird for being so.

When you get older, you forget how to play. It’s like adults are worried too much about what others might think. Even if they have kids, they still don’t take part in their games. You walk pass a day-care centre and see the teachers just standing in the yard while the kids play. My first ever internship was in one and I played with the kids. That’s what was the most fun. You’re never too old to play. It doesn’t matter what others might think. Maybe they’re just jealous because they’re too afraid to be playful themselves. Adults should teach kids about the games they used to play as kids. Instead of buying them all these gadgets, how about going out and play instead. Kids exercise too little anyway.

Personally, I feel I’m still a child who doesn’t really know what to do. I have all this life experience but I’m still quite inexperienced. I know the difference between real life and fiction. But my dreams have been too unrealistic. What I see in myself, doesn’t mean somebody else would see me the same way. The older you get, the more problems you have. Age is nothing but a number but still, the society thinks someone is too young or too old. You’re never the right age. We should look beyond age. It’s the way people act around others. Adults can still be immature and act like teens. Most grow up eventually. Still, people shouldn’t be afraid to play like when they were kids. I still make snowmen or jump into water pools. I let my inner child come out once in a while. I’m an adult but yet so inchoate and I’m not even sorry.

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Frigid cold post

frigid small snow manBlogging hasn’t been on my agenda since Sunday. But there is a reason for that. Studying about entrepreneurship for starters. Then I’ve been too tired to think about what to write. Maybe that’s frigid cold attitude to some people but that’s life. It doesn’t involve blogging all day. I do have a life outside the blogosphere. I’m not those who walk around with their mobiles in front of their faces. I don’t even have a phone like that. I don’t have the urge to make a big deal of myself. That goes with blogging and everything else I do.

There is a lot of self-centred bastards in the world and there are a lot of those online. On the internet, you can ignore them but when they live in your building, there’s no way out. It’s usually students who can’t be quiet when their friends visit them. Party is all they seem to do. I wonder when do they study. At least they don’t do it every night. Some people might have neighbours like that though. When they have parties they usually leave after midnight or so. They are not the worse. It’s those bloody smokers who stand in front of doors or stand on their balconies with their cancer sticks in their gobs. I feel really sorry for them for having an addiction like that. Some even wake up in the middle of the night to practice their disgusting habits. I call them tar legs because they never seem to walk anywhere. I guess it affects their vision too because they put the light on even if the sun is shining outside. Or maybe they stare at their mobiles all the time so their eyesight is that bad. All I’m gonna say, get help. Or just get cancer. That’s so much fun to have. Their choice. I stay away from people like that.

Sometimes humans sicken me. It feels like I’m with stupid. But only sometimes. There’s always one who doesn’t care about anything. Luckily you have a choice what kind of people you let into your life. Especially when you’re an adult. Life is not high school where you’re forced to spend time with idiots. They are like tumours. If you don’t get rid of them, it will make things worse. When it comes to strangers, then it’s much easier not to get involved with them in the first place. If someone thought this was a frigid cold post, this was tame compared what really goes inside my head. But those thoughts I keep to myself because I don’t attentionally want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

Without a warning

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Without a warning

They said be careful, they said don’t fall

But without a warning, I did it anyway

You got that something I can’t explain

Maybe it’s the look in your eyes or the way you talk

Without a warning, you changed my life

The problem is you don’t even know it

I try to look at someone else but there you are

Running through my head every day of the week

Without a warning, you moved into my mind

Now I can’t get it out and I’m in trouble

Telling you to stop would be wrong

It’s the way things are and I accept that

If only there would be someone else like you

But it wouldn’t be the same, there’s only one

Without a warning, you stole my heart

The reality keeps me sane and grounded

I get over you, I know it

Even without a warning, I would still have fallen