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Ok, now before you all start stomping me under your hooves, hear me out:

It's not all androgynes, but it's definitely something I've noticed. Sometimes when talking to an androgyne, I get the distinct, uncomfortable and odd feeling that I've just invaded a playground to chat up a little girl and I'm about to be arrested any moment for giving out candy.

Anybody else ever get that feeling?

Quote from: Nero on July 21, 2008, 01:27:47 PM
Ok, now before you all start stomping me under your hooves, hear me out:

It's not all androgynes, but it's definitely something I've noticed. Sometimes when talking to an androgyne, I get the distinct, uncomfortable and odd feeling that I've just invaded a playground to chat up a little girl and I'm about to be arrested any moment for giving out candy.

Anybody else ever get that feeling?

What kind of candy are you handing out? I hope it's chocolate...  :laugh:

And don't worry, behind my childlike wonder, is also the ability to kick potential perps in the @#$%s if anyone gets funny.  >:D

Z

"Candy man, salty dog, Candy man, salty dog, Candy man, salty dog, you gonna be my Candy man, I'll be your salty dog"

Some androgyne folk I know do tend to adopt (either unconsciously or by design) a "boyish" or "girlish" persona at times.  I think it's partly because although gender identity is established very early on, our bodies as kids were less gendered--more neutral; it was easier to pretend and hope that we could dwell in an intermediate space. 

It's also difficult to construct an adult androgyne identity; I mean, where do we look? 

i don't get that feeling, but i do sometimes feel like i am in a playground playing hopscotch and trying to do cartwheels.
i think Lokaeign has a definite point, I for one have also enjoyed feeling child-like (as opposed to childish). I reckon being an androgyne and being shy in that area has made me a slow developer sexually, reckon there is an innocence in that.
But most of all, there are a bunch of people here that (I believe) do not have fully fixed identities - stemming from the unfixed gender - and always will. This means they can play as a child does, trying on new hats all the time.

Quote from: Pica Pica on July 21, 2008, 01:51:08 PM
i don't get that feeling, but i do sometimes feel like i am in a playground playing hopscotch and trying to do cartwheels.
i think Lokaeign has a definite point, I for one have also enjoyed feeling child-like (as opposed to childish). I reckon being an androgyne and being shy in that area has made me a slow developer sexually, reckon there is an innocence in that.
But most of all, there are a bunch of people here that (I believe) do not have fully fixed identities - stemming from the unfixed gender - and always will. This means they can play as a child does, trying on new hats all the time.

You wouldn't get that feeling because you ARE in the playground playing hopscotch and those little hand slap song games with all the other little girls. But I think that's rare and sweet. I just got to watch what I'm saying and remember who I'm talking to though.

trying on new hats all the time.

Once I found the one with the tin foil lining I've stuck with it.

Quote from: Nero on July 21, 2008, 01:27:47 PM
Sometimes when talking to an androgyne, I get the distinct, uncomfortable and odd feeling that I've just invaded a playground ..

That does it, I'm calling you out, it's handbags at dawn ... :)

http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/handbags_at_dawn (http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/handbags_at_dawn)

I'm just going to stick my tongue out and say "nay-nay-nay"!

Quote from: tekla on July 21, 2008, 03:51:59 PM
I'm just going to stick my tongue out and say "nay-nay-nay"!

Reebs draws line with finger in sandbox....

Pica dances in sandbox, eliminating all lines...

Tekla tips over sandbox....

Z points finger and wails "Sheeeeee started it!"

Nero has breakdown... runs from forest screaming....

>:D >:D >:D >:D >:D

Z

I would never tip over the sand box.  I like to eat sand way too much for that.  And if I tipped it over how could I throw it at you and hit you in the head with my Tonka Toy when it got in your eyes.  HUH!

See now, I thought I was twelve and had graduated from the playground to circumnavigating the library and museum on their ledges and taking the railroad trestle as a shortcut. Jaimie, I think, once wrote something about feeling like boy or girl, not man or woman, and Pica wrote something in the same vein, if I'm not mistaken. And some other people spoke of TGs in general as feeling younger than their chronological age. I never met anyone in the flesh who told me they were androgyne, and only one self-avowed TS.

But, if I embarrass you, I'll do my best to act as a grownup when we are together, Nero. I'd never giggle and never ask you for candy. I'd be on my best behavior; honest!

Yours very truly,
S

Quote from: tekla on July 21, 2008, 04:33:52 PM
I would never tip over the sand box.  I like to eat sand way too much for that.  And if I tipped it over how could I throw it at you and hit you in the head with my Tonka Toy when it got in your eyes.  HUH!

Z sits down in sandbox, legs crossed, crying a little, waiting for Nero to come back and beat someone up.  :P

Z

It's not so much embarassment Simone, as just the simple realization that while you thought you were carrying on an adult conversation, you suddenly see a bunch of kindergartners sitting in a circle before you with rapt attention and you've said way too much and all of it inappropriate for tender ears.

Oh if they can't take it they should just grow up.

On the other hand.... the running joke in my line of work is the little kid who says to his mom that:
"When I grow up I want to be a stagehand."
to which the mother replies:
"Oh be real honey child, you can't do both."

Quote from: Nero on July 21, 2008, 04:58:06 PM
It's not so much embarassment Simone, as just the simple realization that while you thought you were carrying on an adult conversation, you suddenly see a bunch of kindergartners sitting in a circle before you with rapt attention and you've said way too much and all of it inappropriate for tender ears.

Actually, some kids think and act way older than their physical age. I was that way.

Z

they used to say the same about me, 6 goin on 60...but that was just because I could use words well for a 6 year old. I had the gab. Rarely knew what i was saying though.

Quote from: Zythyra on July 21, 2008, 04:55:49 PM

Quote from: tekla on July 21, 2008, 04:33:52 PM
I would never tip over the sand box.  I like to eat sand way too much for that.  And if I tipped it over how could I throw it at you and hit you in the head with my Tonka Toy when it got in your eyes.  HUH!

Z sits down in sandbox, legs crossed, crying a little, waiting for Nero to come back and beat someone up.  :P

Z

*Sits down next to Z and gives them a wet willy*

I get the feeling nero, but in reverse, to some extent anyway,

I feel like being with the binary is like being in a highschool. There are all these stupid rules for how to act, what is considered cool, what uniform you can wear, who the 'in' people are, who you can play with and the way you have to play. I get bullied, I get picked on for being different. There is a whole lot of posturing and a whole lot of insecurity from the 'in' people. I am still waiting for everyone to grow up and leave school so they can realise this is all irrelevant to (most) grownups.

It is lonely to be an advanced being.  :'(

Now that is true, the binary does feel highschool-y

Hi the quote below goes a long way to describing my nature.

QuoteSome androgyne folk I know do tend to adopt (either unconsciously or by design) a "boyish" or "girlish" persona at times. 
It's also difficult to construct an adult androgyne identity; I mean, where do we look?

But I am a fully transitioned M/F but maybe I need to grow up as a girl and have that girl have my past experiences. now well. school sucked as well for me. I was a lot more fun after I got home and could just goof off and do what ever I wanted. But I do love androgynes. 

I feel a need to share something else. My mate Wing Walker Last evening was up on the walk frying us up some pork chops on the barbecue. I just felt something like a tingling Like my body had just been invaded by a whole nest of ants that were crawling all over me. I then felt this panic then I heard this crash and Wing Walker screaming all happening in no more then two seconds.

I ran to the edge of the walk and there was no steps, they were gone, then I looked below and saw Wing Walker sprawled on top of the steps which had collapsed to the cement floor bellow. I couldn't get down to do anything all I could do was walk back and forth crying uncontrollably. I screamed in hopes the land lord or someone in the house would come out. By the time someone got a step ladder I made certain to be the first one to climb down. By this time Wing Walker was still in shock but in control.

I sat beside her still crying and asked her if she was OK several times before she responded there was nothing broken as far as she knew except for one bad scrape on her lower right leg the rest was only superficial, she was OK. I really believe there was a force at work there, she could have got hurt much worst. This was why I wasn't on the waves today. Wing Walker is OK but I still kind of feel stressed out. I really don't know why I am posting this here except for hoping someone will notice I exist and will respond. It's like I am invisible on the other threads lately. Thank you

Much love

Cindy

but you're both fine now?

Quote from: cindybc on July 22, 2008, 05:23:16 AM

I sat beside her still crying and asked her if she was OK several times before she responded there was nothing broken as far as she knew except for one bad scrape on her lower right leg the rest was only superficial, she was OK. I really believe there was a force at work there, she could have got hurt much worst. This was why I wasn't on the waves today. Wing Walker is OK but I still kind of feel stressed out. I really don't know why I am posting this here except for hoping someone will notice I exist and will respond. It's like I am invisible on the other threads lately. Thank you

Cindy, I'm glad to hear that she survived the fall and is OK.

hugs,

Z

so is everything ok now cindy? :icon_hug:  hugs 4 both of you

Quote from: cindybc on July 22, 2008, 05:23:16 AM

I feel a need to share something else. My mate Wing Walker Last evening was up on the walk frying us up some pork chops on the barbecue. I just felt something like a tingling Like my body had just been invaded by a whole nest of ants that were crawling all over me. I then felt this panic then I heard this crash and Wing Walker screaming all happening in no more then two seconds.

I ran to the edge of the walk and there was no steps, they were gone, then I looked below and saw Wing Walker sprawled on top of the steps which had collapsed to the cement floor bellow. I couldn't get down to do anything all I could do was walk back and forth crying uncontrollably. I screamed in hopes the land lord or someone in the house would come out. By the time someone got a step ladder I made certain to be the first one to climb down. By this time Wing Walker was still in shock but in control.

I sat beside her still crying and asked her if she was OK several times before she responded there was nothing broken as far as she knew except for one bad scrape on her lower right leg the rest was only superficial, she was OK. I really believe there was a force at work there, she could have got hurt much worst. This was why I wasn't on the waves today. Wing Walker is OK but I still kind of feel stressed out. I really don't know why I am posting this here except for hoping someone will notice I exist and will respond. It's like I am invisible on the other threads lately. Thank you

Much love

Cindy

Oh, blimey!  How terrifying for you both.  I hope you're doing okay now and not too rattled?  *hugs*

Hi all, well I beleive she is recovering remarkably well, my emotions are just lagging a wee bit behind her recovery I believe.

Bitch time.

As for the structural integrity of the stairs in question, (((it sucked!))) It came too close to loosing Wing Walker to suit me. Well of course my Wing Walker is more important to me then to go on a vengeance looking to sue the ass off some hypothetical building engineer I have no idea in tarnation where this hypothetical person/s lives to begin with. I know that if it came to that Wing Walker is quite resourceful in making such person/s appear.

The report

Well after Wing Walkers little encounter with the stairs, We discovered that the stairs were not that old, four years old. The problem was they were *nailed* into the concrete with nails 3/16 X 4 inches long and they only went 2 inches into the concrete. The same type of nails were also used to anchor the bottom of  stairs and after four years of usage it was enough to loosen the nails.

We have a steel framed staircase with 10" runners and they are anchored into the concrete with lag bolts. It ain't going to be going anywhere any time soon. This decision Wing Walker and I have been batting back and forth for some time, and nothing to do with the stairs, but I believe that Wing Walker and I will probably be looking for other accommodations that are closer to being in the country, probably some time next year. I wish I still had the truck and camper I use to have, and just live where ever we park the dang thing.

Well I do thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for responses.

Brighteyes

Ohh nooo thats terrible cindy but im really glad to read the update that wingwalker is going to be okay. I would of just died if i saw that.

Big hugs to you both and hoping wingwalker makes a full recovery.

Btw dont feel invisible because your not.

X

Hi Vanna thank you so much for your response. Well this will certainly be cause for me to remember all the nice folks here in this androgyne forum and friends for giving me some suport and compassion, and above all for letting me express my personal hurt on this thread.

Cindy

This posting is to all of the wonderful people who have read and replied to this thread:

I most sincerely thank all of you for the kindness, caring, and empathy that you have shown to Cindy and me.  I cannot tell how much of a blessing you are to me.  I suppose that if you really get me into a group arm-twist I'll elaborate just a wee. Please make it my right arm as the left is a bit swollen.

Thank you again.

Love always,

Wing Walker
Flying is a lot safer than a set of stairs!

Glad to hear you're ok, hon.

I think Cindy and Wing Walker have provided an example of how the Androgyne Pre-school playground should and generally does work. It is a place for boo-boos to be acknowledged (and I too am glad that Wing Walker's injury, scary as it was, was not more serious). It is a place where we learn to socialize, to recognize each other as individuals, and to share nicely.

I know my mother wrote my college adviser to warn him that I was naive, and I probably am to this day. To borrow a line from Ann Frank, I still believe that people are good at heart. And I am one of those who sit cross-legged in rapt attention when Nero speaks. Nero, you have experiences that are far beyond my ken and you write articulately. Still I am not shocked. Anything you say that is too adult for my ears, probably goes above my head. And the local police generally give us a lot of leeway.

Bye bye,
S

I have to say, though...
I find the pre-schooler model problematic.
I like to inject a little playfulness into my interactions with others when I can.
But I'm not a kid.

My life has wound through some painful, difficult places--places where you can't stay a kid.
I know there are plenty of horror stories, worse--far worse--than mine, especially here.
But I'm a long way from the playground.  If I'd clung to the child in me, I wouldn't have survived.

Manifesting maturity outwith the norms of gender is difficult.  I can go to work.  I can pay my bills on time.  I can care for those who need me.  I can strive to better myself.  I can perform my spiritual duties.  My hair can grey and my joints can seize up.  And I still won't be seen as a proper grown-up, because a lot of the performative elements of "grown-up-ness" are performative elements of gender.

Somewhere there's a scabby-kneed boygirl sitting on a tree-branch, picking dried aeroplane glue off one knuckle and humming a made-up song.  But ze doesn't come around much anymore.

Great points Loka!!

I would say that as an artist, I always maintain a sense of childlike wonder. I look at everything as always new and so from this viewpoint can create my music, poetry, writing, art.... In many ways I include gender in that view, I am often amazed or surprised at the way humans seem to need to gender everything. This isn't my natural state.

At the same time as having my inner childlike Z, I also know how to play the part of a responsible adult. I show up to work on time, do my job well, make money, pay my bills, cook meals, care for my family...

Zythyra

Well I do believe I am child-like mostly for the reason that I spent a good thirty years hiding from this so called reality. I have had and some dreams that appear and feel more real than this life. I lived much of the time in the confines of my own mind and found it to be a much more wonderful and exciting world within that mind. Naive for sure, I still am, but if someone was to try to hurt me, Wing Walker says she would bust that person's arm off.

Mind you, I am responsible with my life in this reality, I do what needs to be done and make the right decisions accordingly. That I have no problems with. I do it, then I get gone again. Sometimes I bring Wing Walker along on my exploration of the mind.  If I drift away too far Wing Walker brings me back to the present reality. "YUCK!!!" I hate that word. I would sooner do the Tinkerbell thing and get lost in the mists of Avalon, or how about Kokomo Island, maybe  Hanalee.  :D Not referring to you Tink, ciao. Or how about the Little Mermaid on Mars when it was a water-world? This could prove to be fun and oh!, I must remember to bring my dragon and Gertrude the ghost along with me.

Well that's enough of that, you see,  it would take a couple of pages to introduce you all to my imaginary pets and imaginary friends. I believe that I am attempting to do here is rejoining soul and body together by way of reliving past experiences and replacing them with this redheaded, befreckled little girl with a missing tooth reliving my past through the little girl. OK, maybe I'm a wee bit balmy, but at least I am having more fun in the world of imagination than most people living in this reality 24/7. I only seek to grow up to be a loving, caring lady who likes to take time out to play now and again.

Cindy

Doesn't sound barmy at all.  It sounds, in fact, like a perfectly healthy and adaptive way of exploring and fulfilling your gender.

*Grins at little red-headed girl and beeps her nose* :)

Quote from: Simone Louise on July 23, 2008, 08:23:37 AM
I know my mother wrote my college adviser to warn him that I was naive, and I probably am to this day. To borrow a line from Ann Frank, I still believe that people are good at heart. And I am one of those who sit cross-legged in rapt attention when Nero speaks. Nero, you have experiences that are far beyond my ken and you write articulately. Still I am not shocked. Anything you say that is too adult for my ears, probably goes above my head. And the local police generally give us a lot of leeway.

I was really Naive too - especially when I started Uni. I feel like I have learnt some wisdom now though. Nero just makes me feel girly, maybe even dirty school girly, I like that.

I think we are generally not as inhibited by gender rules as others are - kind of like preschoolers. Like, for a rough example, there is a social rule that says adult men and women don't skip down the road but there is no rule to say an adult androgyne can't do this. I find myself jogging about in the mall or along the footpath when out shopping because I feel like it, to get somewhere. I like to zip between people and dodge in an out. I never see another adult do this, feels natural to me though (maybe I'm just weird  :-\). I'm so going to embarrass my daughter when she is older, not that this is hard for a parent to do.

Quote from: NickSister on July 23, 2008, 08:03:51 PM
I'm so going to embarrass my daughter when she is older, not that this is hard for a parent to do.

O so right, Nic!! :) Although skipping down a road may be actually less of an embarrassment to her than a whole lot of other things would be. :)

Feel the girl. It's actually a pretty nice feeling.

@ Wing Walker I'm glad you avoided any serious injury in your fall. Hope the brusies are getting better by the minute. @ Cindy BC, I'm glad you still have your Wing Walker in good health. I can only imagine the fright and fear you must have felt!! Glad to see the little girl is back.

Nichole

Quote from: Nichole on July 23, 2008, 08:15:08 PM

Quote from: NickSister on July 23, 2008, 08:03:51 PM
I'm so going to embarrass my daughter when she is older, not that this is hard for a parent to do.

O so right, Nic!! :) Although skipping down a road may be actually less of an embarrassment to her than a whole lot of other things would be. :)

I don't know. My daughter gets downright disgusted when I skip. Too bad; it's one of the funnest things to do. I thought when you got to be a grownup, you could do anything you wanted.

S

QuoteI thought when you got to be a grownup, you could do anything you wanted.

Given the title of the thread Simone ... er ... maybe there's an answer there? :) :laugh: :laugh: Perhaps you just need more time!! ;)

Nichole

Quote from: Nichole on July 23, 2008, 08:15:08 PM

Quote from: NickSister on July 23, 2008, 08:03:51 PM
I'm so going to embarrass my daughter when she is older, not that this is hard for a parent to do.

O so right, Nic!! :) Although skipping down a road may be actually less of an embarrassment to her than a whole lot of other things would be. :)

Feel the girl. It's actually a pretty nice feeling.

@ Wing Walker I'm glad you avoided any serious injury in your fall. Hope the brusies are getting better by the minute. @ Cindy BC, I'm glad you still have your Wing Walker in good health. I can only imagine the fright and fear you must have felt!! Glad to see the little girl is back.

Nichole

Thank you for your kind words, Nichole.  I still have a lot of scrapes and swelling but I am certain that I will be fully-healed.  I expect to be skipping as well as Simone Louise soon.

Nero, thank you for thinking of me.  May you also feel better soon.

Again, thank you, each and every one, for your kind words of concern and healing.

Most sincerely, I assure you,

Wing Walker
Grounded; Sitting This One Out

i think i know what you all mean about being like a kid.  i may be a teenager (17) but i still (am?) feel like a kid.  id happily play tag or hide and go seek or cops and robbers or dodgeball or... wel im sure you all get it. :P  i just love to play and think that its a shame that a lot of people "grow out of it" or are too embarrassed to continue to do it.

Thank you much, Nichole, for the get well wish. Oh, that little red-headed kid with the freckles and missing front tooth is doing well.

Speaking of skipping down the road, well I don't really skip but I love to dance on the sidewalk when Wing Walker goes for a walk with me. I am going to miss the walks. I did find a clearing in the woods at the bottom of the hill that I would love to investigate. I couldn't go in there today because I would need to wear slacks instead of a skirt in order to go in there. I have seen this clearing several times as it is and feels so inviting, I just need to go in there and scout around, the energy coming from there is amazing. Yep, you can bet your nicest pair of high heeled patent leather boots I still love exploring abandoned fields, old pathways in the woods, and abandoned buildings.

My last encounter with an abandoned building was when I was 9 years old. The kitchen was still intact, complete with rusted kitchen implements, pots and pans. There use to be two bedrooms upstairs but its floor had partially collapsed down into the living room where the stairs use to be. I also noticed there was a doorway beneath where the upstairs floor had collapsed. Within I could see this old fashioned metal-framed grandma bed, complete with foot board and head board and bronze bed posts.

The wind every now and then would whistle through the open spaces and the gaping windows upstairs, lending a forlorn feeling to the place, the kind of feeling that leaves goose bumps to show on ones arms. Where there used to be a living room I looked around and found the remnants of a ratty old couch which I sat on. I must have slipped away into sleep as I had a dream, not scary but interesting.

I could see the mom in the kitchen busying herself as she whistled a tune. In the living room, I nearly jumped out of my skin, there was this man sitting beside me on the couch, he was reading a newspaper and appeared to be oblivious to my existence. There was this old fashion TV set, the one with the round, 12-inch screen. It was on, but no one was paying it any attention. I heard some sounds like that of two children playing somewhere. They were  in the bedroom with the grandma bed and bronze posts. It was a boy and a girl, very close to the same age.

When I woke up I could still remember the full contents of the dream, still do to this day.     

Cindy

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I agree that children aren't to be taken seriously. Would you take a 10 year old girl seriously?

I almost missed a whole discussion! 

I'd be the kid with the dirty mouth on the playground.  Yeah...

I also think that one way that at least I've maintained a childlike outlook is retaining the gentleness of children.  A lot of people I know thrive on drama and revenge and things like that.  But I think those of us that have remained gentle are much more aware of how our actions affect other people and we are just more kind.  Also, maybe we just don't reject childhood.  So many kids I knew were in a hurry to grow up.  I wanted to stay a kid forever. 

...my friends and I still play sardines.  It's important to play!  We spend far more time playing than we do being serious.  Board games, movies, video games, sardines, scavenger hunts, costume contests (at Halloween), etc...there's never a dull or serious moment.


Cindy and Wing Walker,

I'm glad you're all right!  :icon_flower:  I have to say though, I think the falling is more frightening for our loved ones than us.  :)  I know I put my share of gray hairs on my family's heads from falling off things...or out of the attic (only once though :P).

Pica, your teddy bear is just too cute!  ;D

Z

Pica Pica is a cute teady bear.

Thank you Jaimey, I had a bad habit of climbing Pine trees and then froze when I got to the top and my dad use to have to climb up to get me. One time I climbed up to high and my dad wasn't home and mom had to phone the neighbor to come over with a long ladder to get me out of the tree.  Falling? Well mostly when I was out riding my Radio Flyer wagon down the wooden board walk that went down a fairly steep hill, lots of fun unless you went off the wooden sidewalk and end up in the mud and gravel. Oh my goodness I'll stop here, it's a wonder I survived to see my teen years. Mom just patched me up without complaint and my dad sucked me up.

Cindy 

pica pica!  you are so cute. XP   ive decided that inside, i do fit the androgyne label closely.  but thats almost a contradiction. >_>

Quote from: Zythyra on July 21, 2008, 04:15:26 PM

Quote from: tekla on July 21, 2008, 03:51:59 PM
I'm just going to stick my tongue out and say "nay-nay-nay"!

Reebs draws line with finger in sandbox....

Pica dances in sandbox, eliminating all lines...

Tekla tips over sandbox....

Z points finger and wails "Sheeeeee started it!"

Nero has breakdown... runs from forest screaming....

>:D >:D >:D >:D >:D

Z

You seem to have captured the very essence of this forum.  ;D

Posted on: August 06, 2008, 09:44:51 AM

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Quote from: Nero on July 21, 2008, 04:58:06 PM
It's not so much embarassment Simone, as just the simple realization that while you thought you were carrying on an adult conversation, you suddenly see a bunch of kindergartners sitting in a circle before you with rapt attention and you've said way too much and all of it inappropriate for tender ears.

I have two teenagers in my house. Fear not; my ears lost their tenderness long ago.

Posted on: August 06, 2008, 09:46:46 AM

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Quote from: Lokaeign on July 23, 2008, 10:44:44 AM
I like to inject a little playfulness into my interactions with others when I can.

I agree.

One of the problems with message boards as a communications medium is that the tone of voice can't be heard and body language can't be observed. I've posted comments that to me seem inoccuous but had been perceived as scathing. So, I, too, try to be a little playful.

It's not that I'm being flippant or not serious. It's just that I don't want to come across as harsh.

Posted on: August 06, 2008, 09:52:21 AM

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Quote from: Nero on July 24, 2008, 06:27:00 PM
I agree that children aren't to be taken seriously. Would you take a 10 year old girl seriously?

That would depend on what the girl said.

Would you take a 10 year old girl seriously?

Sure.  Most 10 year olds are pretty smart.  I kinda love that age, wish I could have frozen my kids in time right about the time they were 10.

For e, as a child I was very serious and thought hard about things and had a tendency to tell adults off if they were doing things I thought were wrong (when I was 3 I told off a bunch of teenagers who were throwing stones at a cat in the park, didn't even occur to me it ight be dangerous to say something), and as an adolescent quie self conscious and shy. However, I always liked imagining and pretending things, and was very disappointed when I got to secondary school and everyone else thought that was too childish now.

If anything, I'm far more playful and silly as an adult than I ever was as a child! It's easier now to find like minded people and hang around with them, which means I don't need to worry about it. I'm now willing to do things like burst into song in the midle of the street, play on the poles on the tube trains, and run around the park with rubber swords.

(again, apologies; just reading through old posts and wanted to comment on some of them)

Quote from: Huggyrei on January 19, 2013, 03:57:43 AM

(again, apologies; just reading through old posts and wanted to comment on some of them)

No prob. There's a lot of good stuff from way back there - a lot of the newer regulars haven't even seen yet.  :)

Most of the time, I feel older than my dorm floor or the band (though this might be because my family thinks that I matured in the 8th grade). I just don't really understand all the screaming or the jokes. I mean-I get it, but I don't laugh.

The rest of the time, I watch cartoons/read comics/watch Doctor Who and cuddle with my friends. Or make faces and threaten to punch 'em.

Are we more playful and less serious than people who stick closer to the binary?  Eh, maybe.  I don't really try to analyze it too much.

I think the main problem I have with the idea of "being an adult" is you're supposed to change the way you think, the way you act, and so on.  You have to provide a serious and "mature" role model to younger people so when they age they too are able to act as serious and "mature" role models for the next generation, so they in turn can... but why?

Some things about adulthood really rock.  (Besides alcohol and sex.)  So many different kinds of independence! While we do become responsible for ourselves, that doesn't mean we have to stop playing and start taking this ridiculous, absurd world seriously.  My actual childhood was kind of unhappy (due to emotional issues and not understanding that not fitting in was FINE) but it's been getting better bit by bit since my early 20s.  I'm 41 and having the best childhood ever.

Over Christmas vacation my wife and I were in a store and spotted a brown fuzzy winter earflap hat with bear ears on it.  It matches my beard.  Of course I bought it, and my Facebook profile pic is me wearing it with a happy, serene expression.

So that's what I think.  Like I said, I don't really try to analyze it, I just live it and enjoy it.  :angel:

Anyone else an XKCD fan? M favourite comic is "Grown-ups".

Dialogue:

"Hey, I was wondering if you had plans for... holy crap, what happened to your appartment?"
"I filled it with playpen balls."
"I... what? Why?"
"Because we're grown-ups now, and it's our turn to decide what that means."