I live around many kids.
Some people find children annoying. They’re too loud and rambunctious.
I love the sound of kids playing. It’s the sound of happiness. They get so much delight out of a box, for instance. They can transform it into a hide-out or a cubby hole or a fort or almost anything of their imagination.
I’m suffering from high anxiety these days as I launch my business (Alexander90210l.com) but it never ceases to make me feel happy to hear children playing.
I often wake up to the sound of children screaming as they chase each other.
No matter what time the adult go to bed, it seems to me that the kids I know are always up by 8 a.m. at the latest, usually earlier.
Let them stay up to midnight on occasions like last night, and they’re thrilled. It’s a grand adventure.
On the other hand, seeing a lonely child is just heart rending. Sometimes kids are cruel and they’ll exclude the socially uncoordinated kid. That was often me. I know the pain of exclusion and I empathize with the poor kid going it alone. I know what it is like to be uncool.
I reacted by retreating into a fantasy world where I was an amazing man who ruled the world. Grandiosity is my defense against shame.