Comment of the week
February 9th, 2010
From ATF, in response to the “Manic Monday” post:
Right now, I am just tired of being a grownup. I don’t know of a better way to put it.
I feel you. I don’t think there is a better way to put it! Still on day-job emergency mode here; hope to get a post up this afternoon, but no guarantees. In the meantime, want to play make-believe? Are you tired of being a grownup, too? Where would you most like to be right now? A cruise? An Australian walkabout? A bouncy castle? A holodeck? The Puppy Bowl?
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You know, I think I would love to be in 3rd or 4th grade again. That’s where I would like to be right now.
Now, there’s a big part of me that says, “Being a kid wasn’t that easy! It’s so much better now! Why would you want to be back there?” And I agree, BUT, it’s not like I want to be a teenager again, I do remember those years as difficult and turbulent, but 3rd or 4th grade weren’t bad. The worst thing I would have to go through each day was math class! I enjoyed those years, especially recess.
Yup, that’s where I would like to be right now, at recess, back in 3rd or 4th grade.
I don’t know if I would want to be a child again – a state of being small, powerless, and ignorant – but I wouldn’t mind being a grad student again. I was old enough to eat what I wanted for dinner, but I had a lot fewer bills and a lot fewer bosses. Ah, the halcyon days of data reduction and Usenet!
I like Sheldon Cooper wish I was ruler of my own planet. Or on the bridge of the enterprise. Life seems so much simpler when all you have to do is fight the Borg, the Romulans, or Klingons.
If I had to settle for reality, I choose to be at Disney World
Oh! I would not want to be a child, either. I differentiate between “adult” and “grownup.” Adult, for me, is merely age, and yes, I am very happy not to be small, powerless, and quite as ignorant as I was as a child. “Grown-up” means responsible, mature, taking care of others, restraining one’s baser impulses … that’s what I’d like to take a break from for a bit!
I’d rather be doing Flyball! http://wwflyball.org/tournaments.php
Tired of being a grownup sounds right.
I wish I was on a (magical, non sunburn causing) beach with a good book. Or in a John Lautner-designed house on a California cliff, writing my own novel. Or in a field with a ton of baby bulldogs.
I am so sick of having to be responsible. I want to be walking on a beach picking up sea shells.
I could go back to being young and free of responsibility in New Orleans again. Ages 22-25 were pretty good. Or, I could go for a brief, week long sojourn there starting yesterday – so I could see how NOLA does a Superbowl parade (and I bet it was far and away better than any similar that Boston has ever thrown).
I spend all day with fourth graders, and I would not want to be a fourth grader again. For sure.
I’d go back to college, if I were choosing a time from my own life. I was busy, but I loved my school, loved my classes, all my friends lived in the same building…good times.
I really want a mid-winter break, actually. I want to stay home, sleep in late, and drink hot chocolate. While playing Trivial Pursuit.
Mostly, now is good, and here is good. But:
over the time-change weekend, I’m going to go to my home town, and let anybody who wants to, buy me a meal or a drink. It’s good to be queen, and I think I do enough waiting on other people to deserve it.
I want a job, myself. Tired of people thinking all this time off must be wonderful — while I know it probably would be if I had a steady gig, as it is I can’t relax. I just have to keep looking for work/cleaning the house/doing whatever I can to keep the feelings of uselessness to a dull roar.
Holodeck! Having lots of fun “historical” adventures without the bothersome real parts, and only being kidnapped by handsome, clever pirates who respect me, (I mean, if you are going to go in for fantasy, you might as well do it all the way.)
If I’m stuck in the real world, I’m pretty happy with who I am, but need to win a huge lottery so that money is no object and I could hire people to do the grown-up bits I don’t enjoy.
Oh, Cassie, I’m sorry. I don’t get that “the time off must be wonderful” attitude, either. It’s NOT time off, it’s time spent looking for a job!
It’s good to take a day off from being a grown up sometimes. Some weekends, I decide nothing has to be accomplished. No laundry, no cleaning the bathroom, order pizza. It’s good. Granted…my only child is still in utero, so my days may be numbered.
However, my office is closed today because of the snow, and I do not think I was ever this delighted by a snow day when I was a kid. (although they were always delightful) That whole youth is wasted on the young thing…now I really appreciate being snowed in.