Disturbingly Emptying The Tank

I don’t wanna worry bout nothin for a while, I just wanna play around livin’ like a child

With old tunes jammin on my Walkman, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can 

I don’t wanna think about anything at all, I just wanna run around doin what I want

With a pretty ass girl and a slow jam, and some Sour Patch Kids and a Coke can

 – Bryce Vine, hook from Sour Patch Kids

I have to admit, the lyrics to this song rang true for me in so many ways.  I have those days when I wish I could rewind the hands of time.  When someone else was responsible for keeping a shelter over my head, food in my mouth, basically be responsible for me while I take vacation from the reality that I’ve created.  Or walk away from bs that really don’t matter instead of worrying and applying my precious mental time to it.  

Why is it we have that worriation of world matters on us just because we are adults now?  Why can’t we let things go?  Are we afraid the consequences of dropping the ball and walking away are too great for us to handle? Why can’t we just check out? Why are we always fighting for something or for someone? or fighting each other?  Why are we designed this way?

When I was a child, my parents would tell me “one day you’ll wish you were still a child.”  “NOPE, I CAN’T WAIT TO GROW UP AND BE GROWN!” was my response. What the hell was I thinking?  Who said this nonsense was fun, just because I can pretty much do what I want?   

Oh well, it’s time for me to get off the soapbox.  I have to come back to reality.  Be responsible for myself. Be a part of adulthood. This is some bs.