Idealism

I think that being an adult is when growing older stops being about learning and experiencing, and starts being about forgetting and ignoring. The perfect person or world that you envision as a child becomes too inconvenient, so you compromise; then, eventually, your dreams are replaced with routine, getting ahead, and external joy. A world that is far more consistent and reliable. I wonder how much of the adult mindset is enabled by sheer laziness, and how much of childhood is tainted by cowardice. Will a brave child grow into an exuberant adult? How much of our ideal can we retain without become socially retarded? I think just thinking the questions shows how puerile I really am.

So tired...

I'm busy. Calculus test last Thursday. Nutrition project on Tuesday. Nutrition and Psychology tests today. History test tomorrow. Almost done...can rest on weekend. Study too much. Work too much. Not sleep enough. Keep confusing amino acids with ancient kings...not good. Brain hurts. Will update later.