Today I was forced to embrace my age level, to be an adult. To put a halt on my colourful childhood. To be someone like those pathetic grown-ups.
Why? Because I'm already 20 and nothing could upset my mom worse that being childish.And to be an adult is to succumb to your roles, as a son, as anything or anyone, even you don't even like it.
For example, I was forced to finish my driving classes which I detest. I despise the days when my parents have utmost control on me to make me their loyal puppets. Like going to driving classes. Well it's my choice at first, but then when my parents starts to interfere, I lost my appetite.
Why?
Because adults will only make things more complicated, than it already is.
I hate my driving classes as I hate those bullies in school. Because my driving instructor was never be gentle with me as I drive. He never tolerates with my little unwanted touches on the steering which without keen eyes as hawk can cause a tragedy. I don't want a tragedy too. but he can still compromise with me. Well he claimed that he's an adult, right?
For me, an adult is a person with a handful of responsibilities. And a pocketful of credit cards which he cannot even afford the minimum payment. An adult is someone children should idolise, adore, which in these days these crucial qualities are depleting.
Thats why I don't like adults. Because they are sceptical, they are tempered, they make stupid jokes which only they laugh, oh, how miserable. And they have a lot of expectations on people as well, though people can expect nothing from them.
Let me stay with my circle of childhood. Let me not affected by the gestures of adults. Let me alone with my cartoon days, let me dwell with my fairytales, I'm doing just fine. And I don't care about girlfriends, because all these girls care is to stick together even during apocalypse and I just couldn't be bothered but locking myself in the closet.
Ah, I miss my childhood days. Day by day I become someone whom I hate, and it's not something to celebrate about.
