Someone at work bought me chocolate today. Just one of those chocolate koalas that you pay $1 or so for ... the type that parents sell at work to raise money for their kid's fundraiser.
After the chocolate incident, I was really happy, just like a kid. It appears that I'm easily won over, easily bribed.
Like a kid. Can't handle things that are too hard. Can't handle too much responsibility. Can't handle tasks that hold too much risk.
Only a kid...
... no desire to grow up.
2 comments:
I reckon a kid would be excited about the chocolate, and perhaps you're more interested in the fact that someone thought it would be nice to give it to you - which is a pretty normal reaction for an adult given the normal (not necessarily inapproriate) frequency that such a thing happens. Enjoy the moment I say.
(Not that there's anything wrong with some childlike joy in one's life of course!)
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