For ADULTS ONLY

When I was 4 or 5 years old I started wishing to become an adult.  I was looking forward to doing grown up things.  I found being young as restricting and boring.  It was DON'T DO THIS or DON'T DO THAT and barring any explanation (based on my recollection, that is) it was quite confusing.

In my young mind I saw that adult life was FREE-ER and seemingly more FUN. 

As an adult you can go out whenever you want, eat the food that you want (sans the veggies), have veto power over what television show to watch, and go to places where the post reads:  FOR ADULTS ONLY (which looked like a fun adventure).

However, when I eventually got to the "adult" age, life did not seem fun anymore.  

As an adult there is a need to work.  You have to wake up early to beat the early morning rush.  Kowtow to everyone above your pay-grade and basically kiss everyone's royal ass (which is bluer than your seemingly colorless hue).

RESPONSIBILITY can be a bummer.  You just can't get away from it (unless you want to get fired).  It was YOU HAVE TO DO THIS or YOU HAVE TO DO THAT.  You are swamped with delegated tasks  and imposed to accomplish them in a blink of an eye.  By end of the day you brave the afternoon rush hour, elbowing your way in a cramped train or lining up in a blockbuster queue for a van ride home.  And when you finally get home you are sapped and you go to sleep with a half chewed food in your mouth.  

This becomes a vicious cycle until you get to go up the corporate ladder or when you hit the mega lotto jackpot!  Suddenly, it dawns on me that adult life isn't really actually cool as I thought it would be. And then you miss the times when everything was practically given to you as a child---when you can sway adults with your puppy dog eyes and sweet smile.  Oh well...no time crying over spilled milk.