Too abused by the system to ever ever want to come out ever again.
This is just fine with me, because I keep him chained up with all the rest of the skeletons in my closet. He's quite content there, bemoaning his labyrinthine bureaucracies all day. I don't think I can sleep at night anymore without the lull of his German complaints anymore... *sigh*
-Carefully taking sips from the Fire Hose of Knowledge
I get accused at least once a day of being immature
At least once a week of never growing up
At least once a month of being incorrigible
All of which usually results from me *gasp* laughing. Or even worse *cringe* - playing. With Lego. With kids. And building models from Mecchano, and skateboarding. And just... laughing. But most of all, not worrying, hardly at all, ever.
Ils se d�merdent, les mecs: trop bon, trop con..................................MY BLOG!
"When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must
I will help you if I can" - Leonard Cohen
My inner child was crushed all my life.
Now she finally lives.
The young spirit and the old mind is one, at last.
"Hey Capa -- We're only stardust." ~ "Sunshine"
“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.” ~ H.P. Lovecraft
I remember reading Childcraft books and Golden Books, playing with boxes, and watching Bill Nye, Reading Rainbow, Wishbone, Ghostwriter, and The Magic School Bus on TV every day. I also liked playing a few SNES games, and was always messing up my computer, which I then kept trying to figure out how to fix. I also sort of liked daydreaming about interacting with characters from video games and these shows a lot.
I got to watch the following movies (which I liked) at a young age:
He is still angry and still wants to tear the world apart then burn it down.
He is immature and cries. Both tears of sorrow and hot tears of anger.
I express him only in my fantasy and in the characters I create. He is both the savior and the destroyer. What was but can never be again. Through it all I think he would dry his tears and control his rage-full feelings if he could find the comfort he should have had when the physical body matched that of the little boy's.
Was Duerlebst, kann keine Macht der Welt Dir rauben.
My inner child spent her formative years examining spiderwebs in the far corner of the hay loft, waiting for Batman and Robin to "rescue" her.
Because I was the youngest of the three, I always had to be the hostage.
But seriously, as an adult (I almost said grown-up) my inner child is fearless. When I was younger, I was always considered mature for my age. Now the people who know me want to know what keeps me so young.