Something I wrote on Tumblr Years Ago

You know how when you’re a kid everyone wants to know what you want to be when you grow up? Then as you’re growing up they try to mold you into what they want you to be while pretending to try to help you be what you want to be? Then when you’ve actually grown up they scorn and mock you for turning into what you are, especially if that’s not what you wanted to be or what they wanted you to be?

Yeah. People suck.

They don’t realize that all of this pressure causes the 20 something year olds to go bananas. And trust me, you wouldn’t like a bunch of 20 something year olds going bananas.

What I’m trying to say is the reason why we are all so lost and confused and insane is because you encouraged us to be this way. So thank you older people who asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up.

Thank you for discouraging my desire to be a writer. Thank you for trying to make me believe how cool college is and how awesome it is to be a doctor or lawyer when it really isn’t that damn cool or awesome. (At least not to me. Maybe to someone else….but not me). Thank you for laughing at the little girl who said she wanted to be a princess. Or the boy who wanted to be a dinosaur. Or the kids that wanted to be freaking rocks. (Might I remind you of how popular pet rocks were? I’m just saying….)

Think about it. You older people have already created a mold in your mind of what you see the children of the younger generation as and have tried to cram us into said mold without taking into consideration the fact that we are individuals. In a sea of similar individuals near and far but individuals nonetheless.

What I’m really saying is from the moment we are born we are impressionable and people do not realize the impact they have on us. On each other. Pretty much on everyone we come into contact with whether verbally or visually or what have you. Well jerks, you do have quite an impact on other people. Well, not just jerks. Some heroes and great role models and people who truly have your back and are in your corner have an impact on you as well.

But this is directed towards the jerks.

The next time you ask someone what they want to be when they grow up, no matter how old they are, be considerate. Maybe we should just start asking people what they want to accomplish as an adult or prior to adulthood. That would be a better question. Because let’s face it: being grown has everything to do with age but being an adult has everything to do with maturity. (But that’s a message for another blog).

So….I stand by my desire to be a writer. I understand it may not pay a lot and is not a conventional career choice but I know that writing is something I love to do and it is how I cope with this psychotic world. I don’t have to make a lot of money because money does not have the same value to me as it does to you. I don’t have to be well known internationally because with fame comes some hell of public scrutiny and consequences. I don’t have to be relevant to the history of the world or this time period or anything like that because I am already relevant to myself and some other people who may not matter to you but certainly matter to me.

So I am proud to say that as a grown up and adult I am a writer. In my own time and in my own way.

Take that Jerks.