Kidulthood

Picture; My future son?

Last night i watched Where the Wild Things Are, it was a really nice, pleasantly melancholy, nicely soundtracked and visually pleasing film, with a simple premise and plot. Basically the workings and emotions of one child. Curiously, on top of the predictable yearnings for the 'simpler' time of childhood etc, i was left with a very paternal feeling. In short i straight up wanted to adopt the kid. Although i'd like to point out that i entirely would have gone and played with him in his fort and whatever rather than have a supposedly 'mature' date with some jerk(ess) from my office. I can't stand this pseudo idea the majority of people possess about adult maturity. It's definitions as far as i can tell appear to be the ability to have no sense of humour about oneself, and be entirely lacklustre about everything in your life, except maybe getting drunk and organised sports. Bear in mind this isn't the absent ramblings of a child who never wants to grow up, and will never leave home and never drink alcohol and all that stuff. I love being drunk and away from home. I'm 23, i know who i am and i know how i feel, and frankly, i feel like i'm one of very few people who have truly grown-up.