So it's going to be 2 in the morning and I'm once again caught in a perpetual cycle of sleep deprivation. There are paint fumes floating around the room from a day of painting Gundams and they're slowly being carried outside by a nice early-early-early morning breeze. Such is my life when I don't have finals kicking my butt into high gear.
If the thinner-soaked paper towels in my garbage can don't spontaneously ignite and take my life in a fiery blaze tonight, I'll be around to shed more light on a few of the endless hobbies that I have. But to sum it all up, being an almost-20-year-old that collects plastic models and toys is simply another way to keep that inner-kid alive in a world that grows increasingly gloomy. If everyone was given some time to just sit around and do things they loved, this world would be a much better place.
In our society today, we're all expected to act a certain way when we start grow out of our teen years. We take up additional responsibilities, experience new things and all in all, grow up. But honestly, what's to say that we're "too old" for things we used to enjoy in our younger days? Why can't I enjoy more sophisticated activities alongside the occupations that I had during childhood and adolescence? It injects a bit of variety and color into a life that will become ever more burdened by the obligations of adulthood. As we grow up, it's important to remember that it's never alright to stop enjoying the things we do simply because those around us ask "Aren't you too old for that?"
We're never too old to enjoy doing tings that we love. If not we would all be living very dull, unremarkable existences.
