Remember when you were a kid? Not a care in the world. Wasn’t that the best time ever? I miss my childhood. A time I could do anything without anyone looking at me like I had just bombed the Vatican. A time when everyone just laughed when I said the most inappropriate things any human is allowed to say. Because they figured I didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. Oh…if only they knew.
My childhood entailed me saying the most wildly inappropriate stuff and me getting away with it. I remember one time when I accused my younger brother of having a crush on some chic that was our neighbor then in front of our mum. I remember her giving me this look and I didn’t figure out what it meant. Up until recently when she gave me the same look for flirting on my phone within her hearing range. It was then that I figured it wasn’t a look of affection, or anything remotely close. It was a look that meant she wished I wasn’t her offspring so she could strangle me to death guilt free.
Sometimes I just sit and reminisce those moments. And wish it could remain the same all the way. That 20 year old me could say anything in front of anyone without turning to a dark shade of red in shame. That twenty year old me would not be the topic of discussion for the next two decades just because he did something considered childish.
Sometimes I think growing up is the reason behind us missing out on the moments of our lives. I know this might sound wildly insane but it is true. 90% of the times we don’t speak our minds (at least on my part) is because we would be perceived as immature. It’s like we get to a certain age and suddenly a filter miraculously grows between our mouths and our brains. We are no longer allowed to say just anything that springs in our minds. We have to triple distill it (pardon the use of a phrase used mainly in relation to booze). And we end up saying lame stuff that we know is not true just so we can sound “mature”.
