Do you remember that time in your life, when you were young and had nothing more than stars in your eyes? When you use to dream of what it would be like when you were out on your own and being grown?
I think we all had dreams of what that would be like; it was nothing like what I thought.
How about you?
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I never had a time in my life like that. I’ve mostly been trapped in a dark, isolated little frame in which other people seem more like flourishes on the wallpaper than living, breathing entities with understandable minds. The future seemed likely to continue in that frame, so why worry about it? At one point, I wanted to be an orb-weaver since they’re the coolest spiders. Now I know jumping spiders are the best.
I had a pet tarantula for three months, until my cat killed it.
I had something similar happen when I was 14. I had a rosy that escaped his terrarium and wound up in the basement. I woke up one morning to the sound of people screaming bloody murder, came downstairs to find my creepy-crawly turned into glue under a clothes basket. lol.
I have a pic of me with a tranutla climbing up me.
Man, that thong was awesome.
Your words also makee think of the movie *eight legged freaks*
Good times, I was taught that people got married, worked careers, and start a family. I wanted to focus on making something of myself, but sadly that never came no matter how hard I tried. I was very naive back then. I thought that if I showed my good personality that I would make it, but no the world is a bigoted place no matter how hard we try not to make it be. We have laws to prevent discrimination, big deal, they can work around it. I read stories about people with autism who graduated college with a 3.5 and higher, and couldn’t get any work because their disability. Was even told that employers didn’t want people quirky or disabled people, yet my agency will play dumb when it comes to these things. Everything I was told was a lie, and I hate the public school systems even more. Wish that they would all burn to the ground, or be strike by meteor.
I was The same way @blue diamond
Ha, yes thinking back I can remember how innocent I was. I had no worries, I was free as a bird everyday was a gift. I couldn’t wait to become an adult I thought it was the coolest thing in the world and at night I use to dream of all the things I would do with my life. Oh how foolish I was, how innocent and ignorant I was to life. Anymore I don’t even see the purpose in life, were all just flesh and blood creatures trying to survive by eating, sleeping, excreting and mating and keeping ourselves entertained. There is nothing else besides that then we die a miserable, horrible death in the end. We are taught to get married, have kids, work a full time job, like sports, talk about politics, drink coffee, drink beer, talk about how tired we are, drive an SUV to pick up our kids from soccer practice, to contribute to society, grow old, retire, die. That’s it.
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark…”
I’ve always had a feeling that people who talk like this are looking at their own past through a nostalgic haze. (Hope I’m not being too harsh.) All the real children I’ve known have been unhappy a lot of the time. Some of the things that make them unhappy may seem trivial to us adults, but that doesn’t make them any less important to kids. Anyway, I know I didn’t have an especially happy childhood myself. As far as I can remember, I’ve always been aware there were plenty of grim things in the world.
Anyway, being an adult actually is sort of like I expected it to be. I’m still miserable, but at least now I can eat whatever the &!~$#@* I want.