Musings and Tidbits

stupid, wishful child

I knew it would go over badly when I opened my mouth.

But I just had to, you know?

And so here I was, dealing with the consequences.

Consequences made it seem like I committed a crime, when really, I didn't.

It was just strange, to say the least.

At least the Auntie's look of bewilderment was worth it though.

Like, You thought I couldn't but look at me now!

But that's just wishful thinking, and I know it.

She probably thought, You stupid, wishful child.

And maybe I was a stupid, wishful child.

Because here, we never talked about it.

You could like it, but you didn't talk about it.

And you certainly didn't embrace it.

But I just had to, you know?

Were all those childrens' television shows wrong, then?

Was I missing something?

It sure felt like I was left out of some secret that everyone else was in on.

No, not a secret I guess.

Custom? Tradition?

My brain just didn't work right, that's all.

I guess I'll just hope that I grow out of it.

After all, I can't stop myself.

But I can suppress it.