Happy as Larry (and he was happy apparently) at Halloween.
A lot of people have referred to me as being weird/wacky/mad because I don’t think I’ve consistently stuck to social norms.
For instance, I’m more than happy to get on a stage and make a complete prat out of myself (despite being riddled with anxiety about people thinking badly of me. )
I love a good bit of face paint or childish glittery make up. And don’t get me started about my love of creating foolish rhymes and jingles to record on my friends voice mails.
But deep down, I think I just haven’t let go of my inner child. One of the best things about having children is getting to live my childhood again, only without having to worry that my childhood crush would think I was quite clearly immature and not ask me out.
In fact, because I have dropped the concern for being deemed ‘immature’ (at 33, you’re pretty much classified as an adult whether you act like it or not) I actually enjoy some of the more silly antics of childhood greater than I did first time around.
How great are climbing frames?
How great is Lego? Face paint (and all time favourite of mine)? Theme parks? Disney films? Glitter? Soft play areas? Ball pits? Trampolines? Dressing up?!
There are a few glimpses that others think the same. Halloween being a prime example. Here we all are, shedding out decent amounts of time / money on making or buying costumes and releasing our inner child.
More recently trampoline parks and soft play areas for adults have been creeping in as increasingly popular.
But then, it really got me thinking. Why does everything as an adult have to be so much more sensible on a day to day basis? Do we have to lose that wacky sense of fun purely because we have passed 12 years of age?
Best be serious at the start of the meeting…for no reason at all.
Best wear a sensible nude nail varnish for work…for no reason at all.
Best just be serious every year until Halloween arrives…life is about efficiency and efficacy!
But should it be?
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