Were they? When I was little, I never liked being around adults. They seemed to always talk down to you. Or baby you. Or have a set of expectations which, if you didn't mold right into, you were bombarded with disapproval. I used to think that I saw things as black and white before I began to question them because I was little... now I wonder if they were just presented to me that way.

How do you climb trees and jump off roof tops one day and be sitting in office wear at a nonsensical meeting another? It makes no sense. At least for those that are content with their life. You'd think that I, the over-analyzing, logical Capricorn, would be one of those. But no. I always want more, I dig excitement! Even if the spontaneity is thought out.

It's not a matter of age. There are those I'm fortunate to know, older than me, of all ages, that I am excited to be around. And then there are those even my age who I'm scared to be with. Scared, because I never want to turn into them, no matter how old I get. How can you be so boring, predictable, ignorantly judgmental (with no wish to be enlightened)...? Nothing's changed. I'm still as uncomfortable around these adults as I was at age 5,9,12,15,17, and now 21. I always welcomed change, but was afraid of "growing up". And now I wonder what they were like when they were little? Were they always like this? Or did they become it when they "grew up"?