I Won’t Grow Up

‘cuz growing up is awfuller, than all the awful things that ever were!*

There’s another word for people like this: tools.

There’s nothing wrong with growing up, becoming an adult, and wanting mature, adult things, including the “bad stuff” of “Dockers, management seminars, indentured servitude at the local Gymboree.” It shows you recognize there are things more important than yourself, your image, and your consumption habits. It shows you’ve come to appreciate the finer things in life, the permanent things, and have gotten off the never-ending treadmill of the here-and-now. There should come a point in a person’s life where buying a high quality dining room table and a brand new couch (as opposed to hand-me-downs) brings a greater sense of satisfaction than $450 pre-damaged designer jeans. It’s called taking care of responsibilities.

Seriously folks, it’s still not cool to be pushing 40 and still listening to teen bands, no matter how much you try to justify it by arguing there is no generation gap anymore. Sure, the “Generation Gap” of the baby boomers was a historical anomaly. In prior centuries, teenagers were expected to work, get married, and do something with their life at a very young age. Now it seems we’ve gone to the other extreme – we expect adults to be teenagers with 401(k)s. No wonder why your kids don’t take you seriously. They’ve seen you mosh.

We need a little more biblical wisdom here: “When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things” (1 Corinthians 13:11). Putting aside childish things? I’m such a suit!

I have a feeling this is a topic I’ll be returning to in the future.

*With apologies to Geoffrey the Giraffe

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