Remember when you were a little kid?
There are too many pop songs about this to even count. It seems like every fourteenth single on the radio is some song called, like, When We Were Young, or When I Was Little. Or else the song has a throwaway line somewhere in the second verse, something about how life used to be really great, one time, and now it’s all just shit.
I don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.
I hated being a little kid. I was, for one thing, little. That’s scary, being surrounded by all these giant people with deep voices and gray-colored clothes and whatever the hell a “job” actually is.
And people are always lying to you. Why do people lie to kids all the time? It’s like the national past-time. Kids are just trying to figure out what’s going on. They’re not asking questions maliciously, to fuck up your day and waste your time. They don’t know how the world works. They think you do know. Why would you lie to them? They believe you because they’re dumb ignorant kids, not because you’re such a spectacularly clever liar.
And another one. You have no control over your own life. You can’t do anything for yourself. You can’t take yourself where you want to go. You can’t leave when you want to leave. You’re a prisoner to the whims of your caretaker.
But those are the main problems I have as an adult, too. So maybe it’s just me.