Have you ever thought back to the younger ages and remembered how simple it all used to be? How we used to think the end of the world was a lost toy, or the worst we could do is steal. How sex used to just be a bad word and that girl with a pregnant belly was having a baby just cuz. We used to dream of being ninjas, princesses, knights, teachers, parents… The world was just a big adventure, and we could do anything! Nothing bad ever happened that our mom or dad couldn’t fix. We dreamed of dinosaurs and martians, unicorns and witches. Where did it all go wrong?
Juice boxes turned into beers, dresses to bikinis, candy to drugs. Suddenly our protection became condoms and birth control, and our once needed parents turned into unnecessary and unwanted people. Suddenly, looks became everything, and parties made you cool. Sex was a game, and everyone played. Pregnancy was the equivalent of being it and depression was a whole new thing. Suicide became increasingly popular with the Out croud and being weird got you made fun of. Suddenly weird became a synonym for annoying, and got you beaten up. Wars sprungs up between friends, and cooties became STDs. Why did it all change?
Some argue its a part of growing up, but if that’s the case, where do we fit in? We, the outcasts, the freaks. Where do we belong?
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I don’t know where you live. Here in the U.S. the older I get the more I realize (naive) that conformity is valued, real critical thought to be avoided like the plague. Differences are to be feared, loathed, and ridiculed. And marginalized. Especially marginalized. I honestly wish I had a happier outlook. My advice? Well, this is what I’m trying to do anyway. Make a list. Yeah, seriously. Everything you want or need to get done for survival. The only rule: don’t should on yourself…there are enough people willing to do that already…and f?{k them. Do one thing at a time. The hard thug? Don’t get overwhelmed. Feel better. That’s all the “wisdom” I have 😉
This is very true. conformity is valued, I love how ‘society’ says, “were all different” and yet we all literally do the same thing (and are in a way forced to). Were told to go to a higher school, get a standard 9-5 job, have friends, drink, date, get married, have kids, go on vacation once or twice, retire, repeat.
When we were kids we always wanted to be adults. When we realise growing up sucks we want to go back in time and be kids again. Most of us don’t appreciate what we have at the moment. Grass is always greener on the other side. Now I’m in that stage of life where I can’t figure out if I want to be a kid or an adult.
And when our parents told us that “These are the best days of your life” we rolled our eyes. 🙂
Think about this everyday. Don’t have any answers other than you aren’t alone.
I remember being young, I thought my parents were Gods. There was nothing they couldn’t do, I was so excited to turn 1 year older, I couldn’t wait to be an adult. Oh how stupid and foolish I was. The innocence of a child does not last forever and eventually once that innocence wears off you’ll see the truth about life. I remember hearing on the news that someone had killed themselves when I was about 12 and I remember asking my parents, “Why did that man kill himself?” and their response was, “Oh he’s just mentally ill.” I thought life was easy when I was a kid. Oh if only I knew the truth back then.
I thought my parents were Gods also. And they were wonderful. But I never wanted my son to see me in that way. LOL, I don’t know if I succeeded or not. He’s done a great job fighting thru his own sh1t. I am beyond proud of him. Never told him these are the best days of his life, though. Kids have their own sh1t to deal with.
Parenting done right. “Kids have their own sh1t to deal with” is so damn true. I rembr a conversation with my dad when I was 16 and he said “I don’t understand why you always live in a different world, come to real world” and I was like I have my own problems. He told me that I cannot have any problems at that age. I felt so disconnected from my family. I murdered him in my mind.
i wouldnt call myself a freak
“unique” is fine by me perfectly fine
plus, i will enjoy when either my suicide or eventual greatness hits everyone like a truck
My childhood home was far from stable or happy, but I still miss the ability to believe in things without question and thinking there was hope for the future.
I don’t see myself as an outcast. A bit eccentric, yeah.
I read somewhere that the joy of parenting is founded on delusional thinking. I suspect the joy of childhood is no different.
It’s true that my life as an adult has been pretty miserable…but I never, ever wish I were a kid again. That would mean having to deal with my intrusive, micromanaging, hypercontrolling parents. These days, at least I have some autonomy. Just being able to eat whatever I want counts for a lot.
For what it’s worth, “sex” has been just a word to me for most of my adulthood too. When I was in my twenties, it sure seemed like “everyone played,” but “everyone” didn’t include me.
Anyway, I’m glad a lot of people seem to have happier childhoods than I did. I suppose it’s better to be happy at least for a while than to have been unhappy from the very beginning.