What would RTH do?

That is the question.

If I were in a highschool yearbook, they would vote me most likely to die of a lynch mob. That does not prevent me from opening my mouth and serving a warm hearty cup of STFU to people who deserve it. My dark scathing humor will leave no matter of existence untouched. My innocence will touch your soul.

Welcome to a warped world turned inside out and upside down. All sorts of discretion advised.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

I Dream of Dungeons and Dragons

“All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.” ― The Little Prince

 Grown ups have such an exaggerated hurry about them. They are never still or at ease. There is always a rumbling restlessness about them as they run about their tasks hither tither. Always scurrying about in a purpose driven manner, like an army of frantic ants. Watching grown ups is like standing on a platform and watching bullet trains rush by. Life is a high speed train to them. They always have to dart down the track to the next destination. So much to do, so little time. 

To be honest, it simply appears like a caucus race to me. You know that absurd little race that befuddles poor little Alice in Wonderland? The animals just run in circles in a frantic frenzy. They are all thoroughly absorbed in running the race. The hitch is that no one really knows the rules of the game. No one really knows how one wins. They keep running for no reason, except for whatever insanity drives them in their minds. Grown ups are a lot like the mindless runners of that caucus race. Where exactly are they hurrying through in life. 

Don't let my age fool you. I maybe thirty-one, well past the prime of adolescence and youth. But I still dream of dungeons and dragons. Sometimes I don't even need to fall asleep. Eyes wide open, I'll seamlessly flit into an exquisite fantasy. I'm a wizard, I'm a dragon tamer, I'm a rancher at a velociraptor ranch. I stare out my window as I write this, and there is a herd of raptor hatchlings prancing down the bike path behind my house. 

Snap out of it they shake my reality, but I have nowhere else to go. Hurry up they urge me, but I have no train to catch. Grow up they chide me, but seriously the world is so much more fun this way. 

If you really introspect, I'm not really a lost child in neverland. I'm quite a responsible adult when it comes to it. But being an adult can be so dull and unimaginative. I simply don't understand why being grown up means letting go of your innocence. Why can't you be a grown up and still beleive in magic? Why can't you be an adult about it and still act like the world has wonders around every corner. 

I'm holding my grown up box now. I look fondly at my toys of imagination strewn all around. Should I pack them all away? Do we all reach a point in life where we have to pack our toys and keep the box away? Or is there a way we can grow up and play with them too?

Even the ever so angry Avril agrees