It’s no secret to anyone that I’m a bit—well, childish, not to be mistaken with nerdiness. And I don’t mean that in
a bad way. I’m just not very grownupy. Yes,
it’s a word. I just made it up. Nearly every shirt that I own is a print tee,
hosting several nerdy references such as Harry Potter, My Neighbor Totoro,
Pokémon, Star Wars, and various classic video games. I hang out in pajamas all
day. I wear pink converses, bows in my hair, and printed socks. Most of my
favorite books are intended for middle graders, others for young adults—the Harry Potter series, Percy Jackson series, everything by Diana
Wynne Jones, the How to Train Your Dragon
books, and anything that even remotely resembles a fairy tale. Most of my
favorite films are intended for children under the age of twelve—Ponyo, Castle in the Sky, My Neighbor
Totoro, Tangled, Howl’s Moving Castle, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin,
Pocahontas… and so on so forth. I’m more comfortable in a room of kids than
a room of adults. I still draw on myself when I’m bored. I make up random songs
about random things. I laugh at fart jokes. One of my favorite lunches to make
is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into squares. I still think of things
I want to do “when I grow up”.
Clearly, I am not very grownupy.
my inner child |
My husband is, in almost every way, the opposite of me. Our
one true connection is our nerdiness. But he’s realistic. He doesn’t dream
impossible things. When I tell him I want to go on an adventure, he’s the one
that reminds me that we live in Arkansas, not Narnia. That’s not to say he
doesn’t have his childish moments, but more often than not, he grounds me in
reality. If it weren’t for him, I would be floating along somewhere, lost in my
own head. He keeps me sane. Most of my friends are more grownupy than I am. I’m
the weird one of the bunch, the one who has yet to see the world for what it
really is—mean and unforgiving. I’m an optimist. I daydream. I like to believe
that magic exists and that I really can do anything. And if being a grownup
means I have to become a realistic pessimist, to be honest, I don’t want to be
a grownup. I want to stay a kid forever, if only in my heart. Yes, I know that
someday I’ll have to own up to my age. I’ll have to become more realistic in my
plans for the future. But I want to always have this childlike spirit, to
always dream for impossible things. I hope I never get world-weary. I hope that
I always look at the world in new ways. I hope that I continue to question the
status quo.
And you better believe I’ll continue wearing my printed tees
and converses. That’s just who I am, no matter how childish it makes me look.
Now, I want to ask you: who
are you? How do you view yourself? Are you a dreamer, a realist, a philosopher?
If you could describe
yourself in one word, what would it be?
For me, it would be eccentric.
Or maybe quixotic, since I like the letter x.
I would say I am weird. Or sometimes, contradictory.
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