See, I’m a grown up and that means I’m tired and I read cartoons. Maybe this means I can decide I’m also a writer (which is a bit like deciding to live in a room filled with playpen balls).
See, I’m a grown up and that means I’m tired and I read cartoons. Maybe this means I can decide I’m also a writer (which is a bit like deciding to live in a room filled with playpen balls).
Marta Bacon 
Love the cartoon (the xkcd strip in general, plus the specific example).
Many people write, and write well, about the terrors of childhood. For my money, adulthood is waaay more terrifying. And then when I take big heaping gobs of “I want to write” and spoon them all over the top of adulthood, it’s a wonder I can even work up the courage to roll over in bed.
(Don’t burn out!)
A room full of playpen balls would terrify me, but I get the point. Writing is terrifying, that’s the point, right?
awesome cartoon.
when people say that they don’t want to grow up, I wonder what they think growing up means.
it doesn’t have to mean those things. we don’t have to become someone different than we are. we don’t have to wear a tie or use capitals or read the wall street journal.
maybe being a grown up for you is growing your own tomatoes and wearing multiple strands of large beaded necklaces and having pancakes for dinner and writing all day long. I don’t know, but I think what people think is “being an adult” is often more like playing dress up. It would be exhausting to always wear the same costume if you felt that wasn’t really you.
I must be an adult. My world is filled with playpen balls. 🙂 Oh yeah, and I have a child to show me the way. 🙂
Well, I love being a grown up. I never thought that meant I couldn’t play.