And a kid and a young teenager, I held the belief that adults had all the answers in the world. They would know what the best to do was, and it was the good of all of us. I thought they were wise, even if sometimes that came at the expense of the young me. Wisdom came automatically with age.
As a kid, I wanted to grow up to be wise, all knowing. Short of being a god of course but in this age, I suppose we are the gods themselves.
Along the way as I grew up, I learned that was not a rule. It was a myth. If there was a wise, well-behaved adult, there was a good chance that that was a mere exception.
In many cases, I have discovered that being an adult is overrated. In many cases, being an adult is worse than being a juvenile. Adults throw all the tantrums, being irrational and hypersensitive like a child, but with the power to do something that a spoiled brat cannot.
A spoiled brat at least does not have the rights of a full adult. The damage the brat can do is limited and there are easy consequences to any wrong the brat commit. Somebody will be there to provide a lesson in manners. For an adult who is also a spoiled brat, who will do that? The police?
Look around you. In the news, grown men and women acting childishly and even like a hormone-filled teenagers all hyped up on the smallest of things. They would shout nonsense, unlikely to think fully before they act. Some even have the audacity to appear on national television. Hell, national television will invite them and gladly provide them with airtime. Some of them are our elected representatives.
Closer to the ground, some adults would gossip and behave like he or she was still in high school. Such is our immature society.
Ah, adulthood. Such an overrated experience. I have enough of respecting adults. I will just respect maturity from now on thank you.