The Psychological Child

I am done with children, frankly.

Not biological children: I've always been quite fond of biological children. A real child is a wonderous creation; devoid of pride, selfishness, and contempt. They gaze at the world around them in wonder, are capable of befriending even a total stranger, and spend their time exploring this wonderful world about them with joy and laughter in their hearts.

I wish more Adults were capable of that sort of wonder, frankly.

The 'child' I'm considering here are 'psychological children'. These children come in all ages, social classes, and natures: They are children who have grown up and fallen in love with the state of being a child, so much so that the complete selfishness, gluttony, and arrogance of that state follows them well into their adulthood years.

Yet, they still demand the "rights" of a child. Nothing in this world is more pathetic than to see a full grown adult, or a child becoming an adult, stomping their feet on the ground, holding their breath til they turn blue, and demanding that the World completely devote its efforts to them, at the cost of every other possible consideration...

How sad it is to see a young person with promise de-evolve into such a creature. Even the worst Heroin Addict has more hope of happiness than these misguided creatures do...

An adult matures, begins a family in order to share their lives with, and provides for those people gladly and with joy. A child (the psychological child) berates their loved ones when they attain middle-age in hopes of obtaining more money for their own drugs and booze...

An adult considers the consequences of their actions: a child (the psychological child) thinks they're playing a real-life version of 'The Sims 3', and they're the only other character in the game that matters. Everyone else is an automaton, a robot, an 'NPC'....

An adult chooses their path through life based on their passions, their abilities, and their reactions to the conditions they see round about them. A child (the psychological child) kneels each morning before their God, adjusts the volume and tint of that Great Electronic Screen, and prays for guidance from the tube in front of them. If that awful device decreed that they tear off their own right arm, they would do so gladly and with psychotic joy in their hearts...

An adult serves the ones they love because of their love for others: the child (the psychological child) is capable only of 'Service to Self'...

An adult matures and, as one ancient book tells it, 'puts away childish things'. A child (the psychological child) clings obsessively to every behavior that had once worked so well when they were seven years old. They have fallen in love with the obsessive pampering, the constant directed attention of the world around them towards them. They have become mere addicts to the pride, the arrogance, and their obsessive, unnatural desires.

An adult, by choice and design, gives to those around him who they love. The child (the psychological child) knows love for only one object in this world: their own stomach.

An adult, by choice and design, gives of the better part of their life, their home, and their livelihood for those they love, often at the cost of their own ambitions, well-being, and desires. The child (the psychological child), driven only by their own self motives, takes the better part of the lives, the focus, the attention, and the efforts of others and considers it their God-Given Right to do so.

An adult chooses their course thru life by what is right: the child (the psychological child) choose their course through life by what is most pleasing to them at any particular moment in time...

An adult demonstrates their love by giving; the child (the psychological child) is only capable of love when they are receiving...

An adult amends their behavior to those around and above them, by guidance and discipline, and does so gladly: be that person a spouse, a superior at work, or an officer of the land. The child (the psychological child) is never wrong about anything and uses the dissent of others as 'proof' in their own misguided minds that they are correct and everyone else is wrong.

An adult grows to actually desire correction: it is the guiding force in their lives. A child (the psychological child) detests correction and determines whether they love another person by direct inverse proportion to the amount of correction that this other person attempts to give them. The child loves those who always agree with them, no matter the harm or damage determined by their prideful choices, and that same child hates all those who attempt to guide them towards a better, wiser path.

An adult spends the better part of their lives cleaning up after others. The child (the psychological child) is completely and utterly incapable of cleaning up after anyone, including themselves...

And, in the end:

An adult sees the end of their days comforted by purpose, surrounded by loved ones, and content in their place, no matter whether rich or poor, healthy or ill.

The child (the psychological child) sadly will see the end of their days very much the same as the first: crying into the wind, demanding in an ever strained voice that everyone give to them, and wondering to themselves why, after all those wasted years, everyone around them has chosen to stop listening to their pathetic, whimpering, arrogant cries...

How sad. How very, very sad....