I have been a great many things in my life.
A student, an apprentice, a son, a failure, a stepson, a brother, a mechanic, husband, a failure again, a human. Probably a whole bunch more.
I have never been referred to as a “grown up”.
Ever.
There are likely a whole bunch of very good reasons for that. First, I still drive the same car I did in high school (and before). Second, I can’t look at any experience without trying to find the funny in it. I just can’t be serious. Third, I refuse to suck the life out of every experience.
Am I safe with activities? Damn straight. Others’ safety and well being are always at the fore front. Recklessness has no place in my life.
But fun.
Abandon.
Immature laughs.
I’m all over that. Jokes at work, prank calls to my brother, pranks on my ole lady…. That’s me.
I lived decades under the “no fun” rule and resented every second. I’m a grown man now and am in charge of my own and my family’s fun. I’ll be damned if it’s going to be the same fear and shame filled life. My friends and family will have fun when I’m around. Be responsible, have bills paid, go to work, but have blow your hair back fun.
And, why not?
Grown up life isn’t what we were lead to believe.
Born in the 60’s, raised in the 70’s, I learned money was plentiful, responsibility nil. I learned there was no such thing as a lack of a good time.
Life in 2013 tells me more. Money is scarce, jobs are too. We can’t just live it up like they did. But, we can have fun. We can enjoy our existence.
Where am I going with this? I refuse to “grow up” because I see so much potential for funny in this world. If I grow up, I will lose who I was and am.
If I grow up, I’ll become he who disowned me.
I’d rather be me.
Have a laugh, protect who I love. Have my black and white, right and wrong. Be affable and mean. Be serious and silly.
Anything but boring and grown.