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As A Kid: It was like going all around the world, seeing beautiful animals and even being able to touch some! The smells, the different themed sections of the, "world," the roar of the animals, it was the best.


As An Adult: I see beasts locked up, unable to move or run with freedom, bored to death and conditioned to not want anything else.

 

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As A Kid: It was so good! A little vacation each time you went. Maybe this time your happy meal would come with the toy you actually wanted, or you would sit INSIDE and there would be an INDOOR PLAYGROUND! It was magic!


As An Adult: All I see is gray meat, food that is actively working to kill me and employees who do not make enough money to support themselves.

 

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As A Kid:
What an event! The animals- elephants doing tricks, horses running around, sometimes actual BEARS! The clowns, walking the tightrope, getting shot out of cannons, the circus was a real highlight.

As An Adult: If I were to go now I would see animal torture and employees who must travel the country shoveling tortured animal shit in 50 cities during the summer.

 

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As A Kid: The happiest place on earth! The rides, the food, the characters! Disney World was incredible, each one of their rides really did make you feel like you were transported to a new time and place.

As An Adult: I feel like I am contributing to an all powerful corporation, paying exorbitant prices to try and catch some glimpse of childhood happiness and bliss only, and those glimpses of happiness only being commercially constructed in the first place, devoid of real meaning.


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As A Kid:
Staying up late was the best! It was like stealing time that didn't belong to you and regardless of what you did it was still super fun.


As An Adult: It's almost a disease, staying up late every night doing nothing because you don't want to go to sleep because it means you'll have to go to work when you wake up. But yet you still do it, every night, like a monster.  

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As A Kid:
There was a time when I was proud to sleep in, when I would wake up at 2pm and feel like I could still go out and have a great day.


As An Adult: Now, if I sleep to 11:30 I feel like a piece of shit who has not only wasted the first part of a day, but who has such bad habits I will never really accomplish anything in my life because I am the type of person who can't get up in the morning. Then I fall back asleep and at 1pm, the same conversation repeats but with much more loathing.

 

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As A Kid: When I was younger, any day could be as wonderful as Christmas if we went to Toys-R-Us. Or if I was at the mall and got a new jersey, oh man, that was a good day.

As An Adult: Now, literally everything I buy is a source of guilt. Either it was made by some underpaid, desolate worker in a third world country or it is just some, "thing," another object among objects I have in my possession, taking up space providing fleeting satisfaction but ultimately a weird empty shame at just wanting to have, "stuff."

 

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As A Kid: Life used to be full of potential and opportunity. I could be anything I wanted and do anything I wanted.


As An Adult: Now I am afraid I am just taking up space and resources, working to get something done but not really knowing what that something is and if it even makes a difference anyway.

 

That being said, once I wake up at 2pm I think I am gonna work from home and watch a TV show about Disney World after I get some grub from McDonald's and some new threads from Walmart but before I go to the zoo (gotta wait for the new lion exhibit!).

 

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