Tonight I was talking to my friend who is basically one of Peter Pan's lost boys. He expressed his desire to remain a child forever by illustrating the fact that he still orders off the children's menu at restaurants and has sheets with galaxies on them. He sleeps all day and drinks whiskey and causes trouble all night. I laughed but then quickly realized all the childish bad habits I still posses...such as never admitting I'm wrong, and my charming none existent sense of self control. I guess when you grow up, everything moves at different paces. The life I live is that of an adult, but my inner child still slips out and manages to keep my life in a semi permanent state of disfunction. Maybe my inner child is a lost boy stuck in Neverland. My adult self is waging war with him, pleading with him to grow up but he still wants to dress in animal costumes and spit on the floor. He knows he is losing, but in the meantime insists upon causing as much chaos and disorder as possible.
Stupendous.
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