Seasonal Observation
I wish I were a bear. I'd spend all year looking forward to winter; I'd finally get to sleep for weeks at a time. Instead, I'm a human being who dreads winter. It means cold nights, shoveling driveways, and little sunlight.
Every season is more fun when you're a kid. Winter = Snowmen, sledding, hot apple cider. Summer = No School, sports, fun outside. Fall = Jumping into fallen leaves. Spring = Running outside again, watching everything grow.
Now, all seasons kind of blend into one another. As an adult, the only difference between the seasons is what bills you'll pay. It's winter, I'll be paying a lot for my heating bill. It's summer, my a/c will drive up my electric bill. It's spring, time to pay the tax man. It's fall, time for that mortgage reassessment.
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Why’d I have to grow up?
I wish I was a baby again. How nice is that? Everything is new. Everything is there to explore. Except for the inability to explain yourself intelligibly, it's a sweet life. No job. No responsibilities. Can walk around in your pajamas all day. Everyone brings you your meals. You're given a bath every night. When you cry and complain, people actually care and listen.
It's not like when you're an adult. When I cry and complain, people tell me to get over myself. I don't get to play with toys anymore. Instead, I get to pay bills every day. I don't get to run outside in the snow. Instead, I get to shovel it. I don't get to have playdates. Instead, I see an old friend, and we spend most of the time complaining about our jobs.
If people would just once get up and clap and give me a big hug because my huge accomplishment for the day was managing to walk across the kitchen floor unassisted, I'd be in heaven.
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