Don't Wanna

You ever just want to throw yourself down on the floor and flail away, screaming "I don't wanna!" like a three-year-old?  

Good, I'm glad it not just me.  

I get in these moods sometimes.  When I don't want to go to work, and I don't want to yarn, and I don't want to write, and I don't want to watch TV and I don't want to read.  I just don't want to do anything at all.  And I resent the fact that I must do at least some of those things.  I miss the days, sometimes, when I had no obligations and my time was taken up by naps and juice and cookies.  I just want to throw myself down and have me a big ole tantrum, refuse to do anything necessary and just be.

Alas, when I wasn't looking, I grew up into a mostly responsible and semi-respectable adult.  So I must go to work.  And I must clean.  And I must do all those grown-up, responsible things.

But I long for the days when I didn't have to.

I long for the days when I felt no guilt, when I had no responsibilities.  And I mourn the loss, for I shall never have that again.

Fortunately, this only hits me sometimes.  But today is a day that I want to scream, "I DON'T WANNA!" and then not have to.