I feel the need to write right now. About what I’m not too sure, but I feel like chatting. Chatting with myself, that is. The fact that you’re reading this right now is simply a bonus.
I was filled with nostalgia as I stepped outside today. The air smelled like summer. I felt like I was in the sixth grade, counting down the minutes for the final bell to ring to tell all of us that it’s finally time for summer. I could smell the walks with friends to 7-Eleven, the extra-large slushies that we would buy with every flavour offered mixed together. I could hear us talking about the boys we had crushes on and us deciding who’s house to meet up at later. I could feel the sun on my back, searing me with tan lines that I knew I wouldn’t appreciate. That was the only part of this daydream that was real though.
As I snapped out of my daydream, I realized how much I miss it. Not grade 6, no, I hated school. But I missed being a kid. I miss being a kid. I miss being messy, uncontrollable, and impulsive. I miss not having things to think or worry about. I miss being told what to do. Okay, maybe not that last one, but I miss feeling free.
Not the kid part of being a kid, because honestly, being an adult rocks. I feel so in control. But I hate the part about needing to be polished. Why can’t we finger paint anymore? Why must I show up to an interview with my hair perfectly curled, outfit ironed, and a laminated resume? Why is professionality so important?
Why can adults not have long hair and still be taken seriously? Why do we pretend that we have it all together when talking to someone we don’t know? Why do we do the things we do if they don’t make us happy? Why do we follow the rules only to go home and disobey them, to strip off the tie and the heels and drink a beer on the couch? Why do we do it all?
I think too many people lose the child within them. Then the time comes for you to raise a family and you push way too many things on your children. Go play outside with your friends now, because one day you’ll regret it. But, why can’t we still go outside and play with our friends?
Who’s there to remind you that you DON’T need to be polished all of the time? When will your boss say “No, I don’t need it in a folder, just hand write the paper and toss it to me when you get the chance.”? Why can’t adults wear shorts, why can’t we mess up and be easily forgiven, why can’t we do what we want and apologize to no one?
I want to stay a child. I want to have fun, finger paint, have chicken nuggets for dinner, skip my vegetables, respond to no one, grow my hair, sleep in messy sheets, not fold my clothes, show up to work with my hair a mess, and have 5 forks in my house. I want to be an adult in charge of my own life. I want to not have a care in the world unless I want to. What’s so wrong about that?
If you’ve gotten this far, I want to tell you that I’m done with being an adult. I want to be a chadult. I want to be an adild. I want to be my inner child on the outside, and I don’t want to be told I’m wrong about that. You don’t need to be polished. You need to be respectful, and that’s about it. Follow the rules but don’t become them. Colour outside the lines for a while and you’ll realize how much it sucks to be stuck inside of them.