Dear people,
There is actually this
pain-in-the-ego irony some, if not all, of you are facing and, thus, needs
clarification. As a youngster, you see adults as fun, joyful, and full of
awesomeness; or sort of such. Once, you solemnly thought it would just be cool
for you too when you reach that stage of life, wishing time would elapse fast,
at double triple speed, into the future. So that, you who were once young,
free, cheer-spirited, non-egoistic, and un-judgmental could, as adults, have
the same things, embrace the same awesomeness, and feel the same coolness.
After some years, which is reflectively fast in just several blinks of eyes,
you’ve turned adults. Yay! Fun times with those awesome things you once longed
for! Having co-existed with you along these sadappy (sad +happy) years, as a
sublime form of existence (and perhaps of great significance to all of you), I am
happy for you. As I am about to congratulate you, you step in, rival, and
thrust a long list of painful complaints―some dramatic―into my face, which hurts my mouth and makes me solidly conceptualize that you are just a pain, not in the
a-s-s, but in the face.
As a tool for revenge, I should bombard
you with this long list of questions, which I suspect would degrade your
current state of happiness―which, for some, might be already low. I would ask
questions like: how are things going on with you, being adult? How have you, as a well-behaved and good-hearted
(as I conceptualize) adult been enjoying all the awesomeness? Don’t you have
good, memorable times, and will have a lot more, with your girl/boyfriend, just
as your older brothers, sisters, or relative once had when you were not caring
at all about the future? And, how’s the job going? Aren’t you learning and at
the same time getting to travel as much, and earning good amount of money from
the so-called perfect job you love—just as, again, one of your maternal uncle
had at the time you were just small, playing happily under the sunlight? Do I,
uh, too have to mention the precious Lexus your father’s elder brother had, and
which he had driven your cousins and you to school during your primary school
days? Do you happen to like your own Lexus?
Do you want me to go on? For the calmness of your emotionality, and
mine, I’d rather not. One final, though (and I’m sorry if you feel bad for
this): how’s your heart? Perfect in its starting condition? Keep that to
yourself!
