The Universe seems to have said to me
Now is the perfect time to do all those things you wanted to do growing up
Be a kid for a bit
It doesn’t know that other adults think of this as something almost taboo
Engaging with things “made for children”
I say they were made, so anyone can use them
Crocheting myself an army of plushies
Collecting digital pets
Rewatching things I last watched as a kid and trying not to actually come to face myself
I’ll nourish that inner child
But I still can’t face them
And they’re right, the Universe
This is the perfect time to do that because no one can see me
I am hidden
But I wish I could go out and encourage other adults to play
Tamagotchis were brought to NA by an adult who loved them
Not a child
Do things their inner child always wanted to do
Get that piercing or tattoo that your parents would have probably actually beaten you for
Own myself
Take ownership of this person I am
This is me and me never got a childhood where people loved them unconditionally and helped develop their abilities
I need still to learn how to be unapologetically me
It’s hard when most of the time I’m facing the public I’m not me
Not allowed to be me
Renting my body out to the lowest bidder
It’s no wonder I’m finding comforts in these things that I once wanted but couldn’t have
There’s so much in me to give and nothing to give it to
So I’ll play instead
Why not?
No one seems to be coming for me
Isn’t it fine if I just play for a while?
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