Adult

I am supposed to be an adult. To act like one.

But I have never learned to be one. I was never allowed. There was always someone telling me what to do, how to do it, and, most of all, why to do it.

My choices, most of them, were/ are not mine. Or, if mine, I always took/ take considering people. Other people. Important people to me.

But my choices, were/ are they not as important, too?

So… why didn’t I make the choices I wanted instead of the “sensible, good” choices I made?

I don’t want to be an adult. I don’t want to make the adult choices. I don’t want to go to work everyday, to do dull stuff that doesn’t give me satisfaction at all.

Choices.

I want to be a teenager, living a carefree life. At least for a couple of years.

I want a vacation. A real one. Away from work and work and choices, “sensible” choices I take thinking of others.

Photo from here.

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