Childlike Nonchalance

You get about twelve hours sleep a night. People cook your food and you never have to wash the dishes. You can't even reach the sink.

You get weeks and weeks of holiday and you can spend it running around in fields of daisies without a care in the world. If you fall and hurt yourself, someone is there to kiss it better and you get a plaster with your favourite cartoon character on it.

You know who your best friend is: whoever you spend more time playing with. Relationships are easier. If they like you, they push you in the mud. And all girls have cooties.

The worst things in life are half an hour's worth of homework or having to have ANOTHER bath (you should probably stop playing in the mud). This is all forgotten however, because you get guilt-free, weight-gain-free ice cream and loud, colourful cartoons.

Now, you're lucky if you get 12 hours sleep a week. You're getting fat from all the takeaways you eat, because you never have time to cook. And that pile of dishes is piling dangerously high next to your sink.

You get a yearly holiday allowance of a day, and when you fall over and hurt yourself you don't even get sick leave.

You're not even sure if your friends like you. Relationships have become a confusing mess of misinterpreted signals, heartbreak, and short, messy sex sessions when you're not tired or stressed.

Suddenly the ratio has switched, and you can count the number of good things in life on one hand, whilst the bad list could wrap around the world a few hundred times. You'd eat ice-cream to comfort yourself, but it'd go straight to your hips.

In light of this, it's a wonder why any of us choose to grow up.

:P

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