The Joy Of Staying Childish

Confession: I never feel like I’m a proper adult.

I’m sure I’m not the only one. In fact, I know I’m not because this is a regular topic of conversation between me and my husband. We constantly look around at other adults and discern that we are not like them. They are indeed proper adults and we certainly are not.

I’m not sure we want to be. No, probably not.

I was never the kid who wanted to grow up in a hurry and I don’t think my husband was either. I think if he could have stayed a lanky kid playing football until it was too dark to see, he would have. And if I could have stayed a bookish kid reading and writing in her bedroom, I would. Oh that’s still me!

I don’t understand people who want to be adults. I don’t understand people who are adults. I find them really hard to talk to. Most adults I come across are really, really into small talk. Small talk about cars, mortgages, interest rates, remodelling their houses, shit like that. Shit I don’t give a shit about. I never know what to say in reply. I usually have to try and not laugh.

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay (I love this photo. I feel like this will be us in the future)

I’m a giggler. And its getting worse. The older I get the more I want to giggle at everything. The slightest thing can set me off and my family know exactly how to get me going and make me choke on my tea. I’m not sure giggling with other adults happens much though? They all seem so serious. Or cheerful, about mortgages and new cars. I don’t get it.

Me and my husband just pretend at being adults. We both have jobs, though mine is one where I get to be silly with kids who love writing as much as me! My husband makes his job more fun by deliberately confusing customers or spouting random political opinions at them in a cheery manner.

As I type this I am laughing at a group chat we have on the go. I’ve got tears running down my face and my eyes sting. They don’t care though – they just make me laugh more. Sometimes I think they’re trying to kill me. My husband and I drove back from Wales yesterday after dropping our eldest back at University. I think we laughed the whole way back. At ourselves, at other people, at everything.

We look at other adults, other parents and then we look at each other, eyebrows raised.

We don’t mean to be mean, but we just don’t understand them, we just can’t gel with them. We both try hard not to get snared by anyone on the school run. Our tactics are similar. Stay in the car until the last possible minute, rush in, grab child, make no eye contact, rush back to car, phew! We don’t have a lot but we look at other people and feel glad we are not them.

Our response to life is to take the piss out of it. Our reaction to this dying world is to poke fun and laugh until we cry. No one will ever listen to us anyway, even though we know we are right about everything.

When I see a hill, I want to roll down it. When I see a tree, I want to climb it. When I see rocks, I want to jump from one to the next. I’m glad these silly childish urges have never faded. I hope they never do.

How to adult?

No clue.

It’s just not in our genes.

But my question to you today, is this. Do you feel like an adult? Do you ‘adult’ well? Does society accept and recognise you as a fully functioning adult person? Or are you like us? Do you still feel the same inside as you always did? Do you look in the mirror and find it hard to reconcile your ageing face with the childish nature inside of you?

I hope so. It’s much more fun this way.


9 thoughts on “The Joy Of Staying Childish

  1. Hi Chantelle, We haven’t spoken much in quite a while, but I do follow along. Mostly through Facebook.I did want to suggest something, and yes, a small piece of it is self-serving. I’ve found that my reading audience has grown substantially due to my active presence on Medium.I re-committed to the site in October, and in the 6 months following, my audience has grown from 200 to about 700 and keeps growing daily. I mention this because my Newsletter audience grows very slowly.And because your writing is often the kind to grab the interest of Medium readers. They love to read about a writer’s life and the craft itself. As a Member Partner, there is also the ability to earn some money from your writing. Admittedly, that takes a while, and I am only earning about $40.00/mo. so far, but at the cost of $5.00/mo., it makes me happy. The potential is for quite a bit more. Most of all, however, is this ability to widely expand your audience and even promote your books.Β  Anyway, I thought you might like to check it out for yourself. That self-serving part: If you do decide to join, I would really appreciate your using this link to do so: Obviously, we get a small commission each month for such referrals. If you do join, be sure to let me know, so I can be one of your first followers and also introduce you to my community of followers. And of course, if you have any questions about the Navigation on Medium, or how best to format your work, I’m always happy to help.For the most part, it’s very intuitive and writer-friendly. I hope all is well with you and your family! Your early admirer,Joel

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    1. Hi Joel, lovely to hear from you and thank you so much for the message and advice. I have been meaning to check out Medium for ages as I always see you posting from it. I will follow the link now and take a look! Thank you!


  2. Hi Chantelle, I don’t adult well either! And my hubby is much the same in that regard. If anything he needs reigning in – he has an addictive personality and is hyper, etc. I suppose that’s why I’m attracted to writing YA lit. My dad of 94 is still very young at heart, and has flashes of his old jokey self when he’s not snoozing. It runs in the genes!

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    1. Thank you for reading and commenting Marjorie! I really appreciate it. Yes, I think it must run in families too as my mum is also very immature and fun-loving! And I think you might be right about writing YA. I do write some books for adults but I mostly write and read YA.

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  3. What a brilliant post. That sums up Yvonne and I perfectly, our children despair of us sometimes, shushing us and complaining about our “lack of filters.” Apparently, we’re constantly being an embarrassment to them. Never mind. πŸ™‚

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  4. Hi Chantelle

    63 year old here still playing at it and my sister who will get her pension in a couple of weeks but it’s a bit late for growing up πŸ˜„ In fact one of my future blogs will be on a similar topic. I’ve realised that since being diagnosed with autism this is a very common thing, and most not only as the younger but look a lot younger too 😊

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    1. Thanks for reading and commenting, Kate! I think it might be a common thing among creative types as well. After all, I think one of the reasons we write is to escape reality! I look forward to your future post on a similar subject πŸ˜€


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