Grow Up.

I feel like a toddler. I feel like and 18-month old, socially delayed baby. I'm that kid who has had their most favourite, prized possession taken away and look out... because the tantrum that's coming on is going to be one hell of a fit.

Who is this awful parent that is taking away my beloved toy?

At first I had to share it, which I've never been at ease with doing, and that was difficult enough watching someone else play with my novelty right in front of me. Then to have it completely taken away, there must be a good reason... maybe this toy was dangerous, and it was removed to keep me out of harms way. Or perhaps playtime had gone on long enough and it was time to move on to another activity.

Either way, do these parents not know the arduous ordeal of trying to detach a toddler from something they are concentrating on, having a world of fun with and, in their own way, feel they outright own? Toddlers simply cannot comprehend the idea of sharing or having to separate from something they adore!

Fortunately, for toddlers, furious outbursts and conniptions are tolerated, expected and handled gently. Unfortunately it's not Lent and I'm not a toddler, nor do I really want to be, well not for more than a short period of time and within the privacy of my own space.

When you're an adult, you parent yourself through life and make your own decisions... and right about now would be the time I need to grow the fuck up.

When I Grow Up - Garbage