Leading scientists believe that maturation and a lack of fun are directly related. Cognitive development and societal pressures drive the maturation process. Scientists see maturation as a natural process across all life forms. Resisting that process is unhealthy because it fights the body's natural tendencies and creates cognitive dissonance, i.e., you can't stay a kid forever. Those scientists are leading the Crap Train to Boringville.
More likely, the answer is in the diet. There is a magic dietary switch somewhere between "heck yeah, I'm a freakin kid!" to "Little fun exists in my life and I don't know why," and I know what it is. The answer lies in the choice between two foods -- candy and bread. Given that choice, kids choose candy 110% of the time, while adults choose kaiser rolls and marble rye. Kids say things like "CANDY!!! CANDY CANDY CANDY CANDY!!!!" Adults say things like, "I'm the bread-winner in this family," "I put bread on this table," and "I love bread, it makes me so serious."
I can hear the adults objecting already. "What's this guy got against bread?" you might say in your poor English. Well, I eat bread too. I eat it everyday. I freakin love bread. But I must admit, I had more fun when I ate candy instead. It's easy to see why candy is more fun than bread. Candy comes in one gillion brilliant colors, bread comes in three colors -- white, brown, and random earthtone. Candy is sweet, bread is not sweet. What of sweet rolls or sticky buns you say? Sorry, just a marketing ploy to disguise candy as bread. Because sweetness is inherently more fun than saltiness, bitterness, or sourness, candy is clearly more fun than bread.
So kids choose candy and adults choose bread, and candy is more fun than bread, so kids have more fun than adults. Now I hear the fretting, "Can I flip the magic switch?" "Can I go back to candy?" "Am I destined to live without fun?" Unfortunately, the only way to retain all of the magical powers of candy is to never switch to bread. If you choose candy, you choose fun, but once you grab that first slice of whole wheat over a wad of watermelon Big League Chew, you've started down a wholesome path that candy will not soon forget.
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I remember eating Slush Puppies after my yearly baseball game under the lights on Locust Street. Each player chose his favorite flavor from the row of neon squeeze bottles, glowing like liquid gold in Fort Knox. If you asked nicely, the concession stand girl would squirt an extra stream of deliciousness onto your frosty ice shavings, or even mix your favorite flavors to create a unique concoxion of your naming. We bragged more about our creations than our catches.
Joseph's kids will never eat Slush Puppies on Locust Street,

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What about the jar of jelly beans on Ronald Reagan's desk? If the leader of the greatest nation on earth (with Spain running a very close second but losing in the home stretch because of a lack of 44 ESPN channels) can govern with a mouth full of fruity-jelly-tongue-tingling sticky-yummy goop, why must the rest of us deny our inner child the freedom and passion of a Three Musketeers or Snickers, regular or frozen? The dichotomy of child/fun versus adult/boring only exists if the individual has given up on high-caloric candy-pleasure for three-piece suits and text-messaging. If you choose candy/fun be sure to revel in the chocolate smear that will most certainly surround your mouth and don't let anyone else wipe it off.
So I did the old Google search for "crazy muppet-faced magfly" and it just so happened I came across your site. Cheers and I hope all is well on the other side. I needed to let you know that our good buddies Clem Snide will be in your area mid-Octoberish. Check out the website (www.clemsnide.com) but I'm pretty sure Barcelona is in Spain, right? Anyway they'll also be in Madrid and Bilbao. Hope you get a chance to see them. So, do you guys listen to Fernando by ABBA alot or what? I would if I was in a super cool/chic/exclusive club like yourself. If you don't, well... let's just say I'll see what I can do. Hey! email me sometime.
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