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Yes, I know how much we all longed to be adults as children. But in our defence, no one told us what to expect from adulthood!
And let’s not even begin talking about that pillar of adulthood - maturity. It roughly translates to that old Gandhian philosophy of presenting the other cheek when all you want to do is wring someone’s neck. You either grin and bear the innumerable small and large injustices of life. Or else become a Salman Khan.
Here are five situations where we wish we weren’t adults.
Those dreadful creatures lurk at every unsuspected corner and display a remarkable zeal to stay alive. No matter how much you spray or throw things at them.
I run away screaming and then crawl back with my heart in my hands when I remember that I am the adult in the house. I am the one who has to tackle these menaces now.
Aaarrgghhh.
I have always had this thing for tantrumy brats. As far back as I can remember, I have had this deepest need to slap them.
You can get away with it as a child (disguised as scuffles), but as an adult? Uh-huh. You have to smile like an angel and hand over your well-earned and lusted for gifts of life - ice-cream, chocolate, fried chicken - you name it.
Oh, did I mention, all this happens under the watchful gaze of their proud mothers?
Yes, no matter how old you are, it’s rather difficult to explain to your folks why you spent the last few miserable bucks on that spangly dress. They don’t understand. Neither do I after a couple of hours of calm reflection on bankruptcy. Adults don’t behave in so reckless a fashion, I am told.
And to my credit, I do feel a little ashamed of taking a loan from my parents. Well, almost always.
The adult world principally works on one simple mantra - money. And for poor sods like us who are left with no inheritances or heirs/heiresses, it translates to working. Through most of your adult days.
Fake a tummy ache or even epilepsy like you did in school, and you drown in an avalanche of bills and dream up absurd plans to do a Houdini.
It’s a straight no-go, babes!
Have you noticed how the world has become a less kinder place ever since you touched that landmark age of 18? For starters, love becomes singularly unattainable. Worse, friends ask you to be mature about it.
And because you are an independent, strong adult, the only place you manage to clinch a good bawl is in the bathroom or with your face smothered in a pillow.
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