It used to be all so cool.

To be confused and not know shit about shit and be lost in thoughts and stories and reveries and day dreams. But something hits you back the moment you realize you are no longer a kid. Parents have grown old and depressed. The same people who at one point had me frustrated with their rules and ideas and principles have come down to looking up at me for approval of the decisions that they take for themselves. They want me to find their jokes funny. At times I am so convinced they are a little scared of me. As much as I know all this is natural, it makes me sad. I want to go back to the times when I had to lie to them about how I was just "revising" when truth being I had not as much as looked at the syllabus.