The Legoland Convention

Well, my first inaugural post here on the legoland. There should be some fanfare and a ticker tape parade. Or I could just post something. Either way.

I have a question, not really one that requires an answer, so I guess that would make it a rhetorical question. Anyways, at what point in my life did I become a responsible person? I remember times, not to long gone in which I was up for anything. If it sounded like a blast, and especially if some risk was involved, I would be all over it. Unfortunately, I kind of have the feeling that those days are now more a thing of the past and are only really good for good times reminiscing. I mean, I remember being the kind of kid that liked to just do and say stupid things for the sake of a laugh, and while part of that will always be a part of who I am, I find myself more of a talker instead of a do-er. For example, when I see a shopping cart, I am more likely to say, wouldn't that be fun if, rather than just grabbing the cart and going for a ride (except on the night of grad, that was fun). Now, I find myself considering the consequences of my actions, tempering my ambition for reckless abandon with a more conservative approach to situations (at times). I remember when I used to get irritated with those people that would come down on kids because of some of the stupid things they would do, like trying to piss people off just because they can. I used to find those sort of antics funny, but after today, and after getting into a little bit of a testosterone match with a little punk, I realize that I find those kind of antics dumb and not the least bit funny. It scares me that the mature me would probably not be liked by the immature me at all. In fact, immature me would probably break into mature me's house and assault me with a hammer. It is probably not such a bad thing that I have grown up a bit and that life is now more than just one big comedy routine set up for my personal amusement, but I find it hard to swallow that I could have changed so significantly over the years. Surely there has to be room for the adolescent in me to co-exist with the man that I have become. I don't want to be one of those adults that kids hate because they don't have a freaking clue about what it was like to be a kid. I never wanted to lose touch of that, but at the ripe old age of what, 23, I find myself having to struggle to keep an open mind about why kids do what they do. So in conclusion, I am going through an early life crisis (kind of like a mid life crisis, only without the need for a big fast car...Wait I do want a big fast car, or a truck. Nope, definitely a freaking truck). Maybe I'll find some balance, or maybe I will become a crotchety old person who hates everybody. That might be fun to.