The joys of age-based categories. 🙂
One of the most salientmemories I havefrom childhood, was the desire to grow up. I was like the oppositeof Peter Pan. I couldn’t get old fast enough.
Sixteen was this magical creature where suddenly I would be grown up and allowed to do lots of things. I’d be a ‘real’ teenager. Sixteen came and went, and then eighteen arrived and before I blinked I was twenty-one. By the time I was twenty-five, I realised I’d made a heinousfucking mistake.
Adulthood is the equivalent ofbeing slapped daily with a decomposing Kipper infested with rabies. My life was filled with a suburban nightmare, bills, a work monotony that could make paint drying seem like the Oscars and a side order of fuck my life.
Peter Pan syndrome rapidly kicked in. I wanted to be a child forever. I rebelled against the rules, had a bit of a break down, got very fucking…
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