As an adult
I think it’s important
To do stupid things.
It keeps me in check;
It helps me
identify blind spots,
and make sure I
turn around every
once in a while.
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We may need to
Put in more effort
in educating
carefully.
In my eyes,
are adults people?
What makes someone
a person?
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I have this bias, subconscious or unconscious
Towards “adults,”
Which is painful to pay respects to
Because it makes me wonder if I’m living life right
Because it makes me wonder if I am who I think I am
Because it makes me wonder if I’ve become who I wanted to become.
Thinking about it takes me back to the idea that “Trauma is that which we cannot reconcile within our own life narratives”
—Developed by Cathy Caruth, and previously brought to my attention and the forefront of my mind by [someone whose relationship to me is indescribable and beautiful (excuse the paradox)], it is an idea that prompts me to wonder if I have experienced a lot of trauma. Perhaps I’ve misperceived myself, and/or perhaps bias towards myself has made me do things that are horribly uncharacteristic of who I am.
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Now that I am an adult, I am someone who I never wanted to be.
Now that I am an adult, I am someone who I’ve criticized for having blind spots – someone who I need to be critical of.
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Now that I’m an adult, I’m compelled to believe that I am no longer a child. However, I’m committed to believing that I will always be a child, or at least no different from a child. What does this mean?
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