At 40, I am convinced that we cosplay as adult characters to hide our inner child, mostly from ourselves. Some seem to allow the stresses of life and responsibilities to make the mask indistinguishable, but I doubt any truly make it real. Do you wear the mask of age over the eyes of your inner child? Does age hold a meaningful value to you beyond the comradery of shared experience?
I get that.
I’m only 25 so I don’t have much responsibilities to hide behind and feel adult. Not that i’d like them, I kinda have a fear of them, sometimes.
Although, being a young adult, I especially get this feeling alongside feeling lost.
When your an adult there isn’t anything guiding you, so like the child without guidance you’re lost. It’s then you see life’s pointlessness, because the only point of living were always the arbitrary goals others gave.
In that regard responsibilities are also outside goals that guide you.
In a more joyful note, I don’t even know why fun should be childish but it’s amazing to be at all age.
Those two facts alone are what makes me think of how similar I still am to the child me.