Nostalgia

Maybe it's the excessive amount of nail polish fumes mixed with temporary tattoos making me nostalgic, but my head has been filled with a constant flow of childhood memories all night. The random pictures I keep finding around my room probably help too. Either way all bring back such good times, when life was simple and my biggest obstacle was naptime, something I crave now.

Bubbles were my guilty pleasure. To my 3, 4, 5 year old self there was nothing better than the feeling of opening a new pack of bubbles. For hours, the rainbow spheres would occupy me. Running through the lush grass of neighbors' yards barefoot, I took it upon myself to pop each and every bubble. Or sitting Indian style in my dress, not caring if my Barbie underwear were showing, concentration would radiate from my every limb. The biggest bubble was a lungful of air away and dammit, I would do it.

The amount of joy I found in a bottle of bubbles is ridiculous. The fact that something so simple once gave me such joy makes me feel corrupted. The life I was given is so extremely privileged yet I still am unhappy. I've grown up and material objects and crazy social standards have corrupted me. I wish I could go back to that time and enjoy the unquestionable euphoria filled each second. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy growing up. I love the responsibilities and the new opportunities but I want to experience it with my bubble wand and make every little exploit as blissful as bubbles once were.