I wish vastly more people would accept that. Worrying about being an adult in children and adolescents is like little kids wearing their parents oversized shoes to feel less like children, and I think a fair majority of adults never outgrow that mentality. It's like the entire human race is trying to fake it till they make it as far as being mature adults.

Childish is just a polite way of saying idiotic.

Many of us also have been instilled with a great deal of guilt/shame over enjoying anything that isn't ~productive. (I've met so many people of all ages who have seemingly forgotten how to just have fun without making everything as tedious and joyless as possible.) I know that many overbearing helicopter-type parents who suffocated and coddled their children aggressively will, once their child gets to a certain age (let's say 13), pull a 180 and say "OK you're an adult now! No more non-scheduled fun! Oh and btw I'm not going to equip you with any skills or grant you any privacy/personal agency/emotional support of any kind!" But they'll continue to infantilize them (and yet! punish them for displaying any sort of totally age-appropriate emotion) even when they're 17 years old. It must create a weird sort of cognitive dissonance. That wasn't quite my experience growing up, though I have abstained from many, many things that I likely would have enjoyed very much if not for that kneejerk aversion toward anything others would possibly deem too childlike or goofy. It's depressing all around.

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One of the great joys in life is to do something childish and then watch all the boring ****s stare at you as if they're trying to figure out if you've lied about your age. I might be just a tad anti-social btw. Haven't confirmed.

Oh it definitely is, at least when that whimsical/childish activity doesn't require others' assistance (since they typically will not cooperate. Um, not to sound like an insufferable Manic Pixie Dreamgirl indie movie character but I can't haul these four abandoned mannequins to my enemy's doorstep in the dead of night all by myself, Karen.)

I just want to live the quiet life of an isolated goat farmer with occasional intervals of jovial stupidity and/or mild debauchery.

Omg, that sounds amazing. I would totally be the Celia to your Rosalind (although they had sheep instead of goats, but hey, close enough).

It seriously does; I follow all these farm-related blogs, and I'm so envious of these people who have friendly chickens and goats and cats running around at all times (and a seemingly endless supply of homemade cheese). Ideally, one would have a cottage near the sea on a moderately sized plot of land which conveniently came with a blueberry farm (for making blueberry wine, of course) and a haunted? :o barn which you would then obviously convert into a library + warm haven for all the local stray cats. Everything would be obnoxiously quaint and delightful all the time. (Basically I want to be a Moomin)

If I had a haunted barn, I would never stop doing the Audrey dance in it

https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/...20160626190650

Well that's what haunted barns are for!

(Also a Twin Peaks themed party inside of a haunted barn would be incredible)