Why being childlike in adulthood does not make you childish
Nov 4, 2012
I’m getting really tired of people calling me childish. Yeah, I hangout in full-body pajamas while watching Adventure Time, so what? Just because I wake up early on Saturday mornings to watch the 90s X-Men in the aforementioned pajamas while eating Count Chocula (which is in season just in case you were wondering) doesn’t mean that I’m childish. I’m childlike, there’s a difference.
Yeah, I play Pokémon and Street Fighter … Still not childish. I realized a long time ago that my interests are very similar to the average nine-year-old, and you know what? I’m okay with that.
I feel like people who care that much about what others think are childish. As an adult (technically speaking), I feel like if I were to actually care about people judging me for collecting comics, my life needs some serious re-evaluation. If people can justify ‘Keeping up with the Kardashians’ then I can justify my obsession with 25-cent capsule-toy machines.
My biggest contention with being called childish is the word itself. Childish has very negative connotations that don’t fit me. People who argue over the smallest differences are childish. People who can’t help but be raveled in some sort of drama at all times are childish. Honestly, I think that people who believe something without looking for some kind of proof or facts to back it up are childish. The fact that I may or may not have a collection of Japanese Transformer toys doesn’t have anything to do with being childish.
I consider myself childlike because I’m naturally curious about everything and I’m not afraid to ask about anything. I’m childlike because all it takes is a sincere apology to get back on my good side (ice cream doesn’t hurt either … Just throwing that out there). None of these traits deserve the negative feelings that childish brings along with it. I’m not afraid to laugh whenever I think something is funny. I’m not afraid to admit that I think that there are few things better than a nap preceded by ‘ants on a log’.
If being an adult means not being able to do, wear or say silly things from fear of ridicule; you can keep it.