Boy am I wound up! I have had it with people who are way too serious about life and everything that goes along with it. What am I talking about, you may ask? Well, there is nothing in specific in which I am referring to, but many, many small and seemingly insignificant things that are lying deeply upon my psyche.

Does anyone remember when they were young and life was, just simple? Maybe it wasn't exactly simple. In fact, I know it wasn't, but in a way it was a little more relaxed. It was just a bit more calm. Oh yes, you had to worry about what you would wear on a Friday night. You would hope that that enormous zit went away before the prom; but everything seemed a little more magical. Things seemed a little more important in one way, yet a little less in others. Your main concern was, "Would the girl of your dreams (or the Guy), like you?" Your head wasn't crowded up with all the C.R.A.P. (Constant Rotating Apparent Problems). C.R.A.P seems to be the true silent killer of adults.

When we were young, we set all the "CRAP" far from us and focused on the truly important things. We focused on our self image and left the rest to the winds of time. In adult hood, we try to turn the winds of time, instead of embracing the sands of time that make us who we are! We should all enjoy the days that we have, and revel in the age that we are. In adult hood, we have our memories, our love for the ones that we are with, the children who we have sired and the souls that we have touched.

What we need to do, as adults: is to remember the smell of a dusty dashboard in that seventy nine Camaro; the moon drenched night sky in which we gathered with friends; the smell of the carnival that we visited and the crunch that we felt beneath our feet while traveling that popcorn laden asphalt walkway during that special summer when, as a group, we visited our first carnival. We need to lighten up a bit! If we are lucky, we all have seventy or so years from birth to death. So why, I ask, do we concern ourselves with such tiny little things as: CRAP? CRAP makes us crazy. CRAP makes us nasty and it makes us crotchety. All our lives, people have told us to grow up!

Well, I think it is time that someone told us to get immature! I think it is time that someone told us to get used to who we are and enjoy our sense of humor and most of all, get the magic back. Make yourself happy! Take some time to do something that will make you swoon! Live a minute for yourself! Inspire yourself! Cry at a movie and don’t care who sees you! Act like your child!

I don't care if you pull your pants down at Pizza Hut; do it for yourself and don't care what anyone thinks of you. (Not really suggesting you pull your pants down anywhere, but you get the point.) My advice to anyone over thirty is to take some time out of your life; live it to the fullest and then laugh with friends about it. Then drag that little ditty into work the next day and shove it into everyone’s face!

This week’s column was inspired by…
1. an old man banging on the door at my church’s restroom. He was so consumed and focused on himself that he didn't realize that what took me so long getting out of the bathroom was a toilet that wouldn't stop running. I was trying to dispose of unsightly debris for his "visual benefit".
2. an old woman who I almost slammed into. She pulled out of a parking lot and into traffic without looking and then yelled at me thinking it was my fault (I had the right of way).
3. a relatively young woman in her thirties, who thought she was entitled to a parking space in which I had been waiting for long before she came. Her main gripe was that I didn't have my blinker on in the allotted amount of time. (Via her "godly clock", I suppose.) She proceeded to yell out the window like a parrot, "Blinkers are nice, Blinkers are nice…cluck cluck!")

This is a carefully crafted correspondence of which every adult should heed. Take notice, and take it to heart. For If you don't, it may be not just be the end of your youth, but the end of your "young life"! Live life, or Die!