Today someone wrote that he wants to be like me when he's grown up.
This made me think because of a few reasons...
The first one being that I don't feel like I'm grown up. At all. That I'll probably never grow up. I still feel like I'm 18 or something.
I guess we never really grow up. Some people are just better at hiding it. At pretending they're grown up already. Whatever that might really mean.
The second one being that the guy who wrote this didn't look that much younger than me. So I guess I must really be getting old. Without even noticing it...
The third one being that I sometimes have similar thoughts.
Sometimes I wish I were someone else.
Sometimes I wish I were the kind of person that hangs out with the same people every single night. You know, having a few beers and stuff.
Sometimes I wish I were more like the people who actually enjoy their 9 to 5 gig and take home a paycheck at the end of each month. Sure thing.
Sometimes I wish I would be happy staying at home with a wife and kids.
But then I have another thought. That this is just not me.
That I'll die anyway, give or take.
So I might as well just be myself and try to “live” the few years I have instead of living the same year over and over again.
But maybe that's just me...