As a child, I acted like a child, as a man I have also acted like a child. It's funny because even at my age, I still find it hard to believe I have grown. A lot of the time I still crave attention, I still wish someone would take me out and spend on me, I still wish someone would look at me and find me cute. I find myself craving the little things children enjoy but realizing that I am an adult and should be the one doing these things for others. A lot of the time it is tiring, so much that I just utter the words from a popular Nigerian song; “Adulthood is a scam”. When I think about it, it sounds like a scam. As a child I couldn't wait to grow up so I could be independent, now I'm independent and I wish I could be dependent again 😂.
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As a child I wanted to buy whatever I wanted without anyone stopping me. As an adult I have that privilege, but knowing I would have to also work out the money to buy these things is tiring. Being an adult comes with all the responsibilities there's to come, it becomes worse when you become responsible for others, every decision you make becomes very critical, it could make or woe you if you are not careful and that is something I have learned the hard way. I have made decisions that have greatly impacted my life, but there are times I just find myself being childish. One of those days was when I was really angry at something my mum said, and instead of talking to her about it, which seemed like the adult thing to do, I started crying. I would say I was so hurt, but I cried so much that I couldn't talk immediately so I just went to sleep.
My family was shocked to see me cry because of what my mum said. This was the guy that was always cool and collected, my steez was always 100% when it came to emotional intelligence, but I guess even the best of us break down at certain points. The fact that I was within my right but opted to cry instead of confronting the situation was so alarming. Even my mum found it odd. And when I was asked what I was crying about, I thought about it, and started crying more because my mum called me wicked. I was crying because she referred to me as wicked. Coming from her, I was broken, although my reaction to it was childish, but the truth was I was doing too much for the family at that time, hearing her call me wicked was interpreted as I was doing nothing.
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Adulthood is an eye opener, you would just see reality hitting you like stray bullets 🤣
Many times I wish someone will give me that soft baby treatment too but for where? Being an adult and a man, the responsibility still points at you.
Thanks for sharing