- My childhood was pretty fuckin' sweet
- My adolescence is not
- I try and emulate my childhood experience to be happy
- It does not work
- I go back to being adolescent
- I get depressed
- Cycle repeats indefinitely
- eventually I have kids
- I ruin their lives by reliving my childhood through them
- they hate their childhood
- they rebel in adolescence
- They never go through the cycle
- they become well adjusted members of society
- I die poor and alone
- I realize what I am thinking about
- I get depressed
- Cycle repeats
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Childhood
I've noticed an odd behavior in myself over the past few months that is, to me at least, quite interesting. Whenever I become overwhelmed, depressed, or god forbid, suicidal, I consciously regress to my behavior around the age of seven. I suddenly become deeply fascinated with cartoons, especially Pokemon, I dig out all of my old toys, and I refuse to speak to anybody. With the benefit of hindsight, my behavior is amusing, if a little worrying, but I thought a bit on why I might do such things, and this is what I came up with:
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Childhood
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