Alice in Wonderland

One day I'm going to be a grown up person.

I'm going to be emotionally balanced. Small and unimportant things won't bother me, because I'm going to be able to discern the narrow, but distinctive line between "worth while" and "not worth while" the trouble. Nay, much better: Unimportant stuff won't even cross my emotional radar anymore; I won't even register it, or if at all, then only as one would register the buzz of a fly in a huge library - as some distant, barely audible humming. As a grown up person, I won't judge people anymore on the first impression; I'm going to be open-minded and tolerant to everyone (because, all in all, what I consider the false consciousness of people won't bother me that much anymore, because people in general won't bother me that much anymore).

When I'm going to be a grown up person, I'm also going to have a healthy work/life-balance (or rather: something worth calling a balance between work and life in the first place, that is: a life outside work worth calling life). Real weekends and holidays, vacations where I read the latest Paul Auster for fun, sitting on the terrace sipping a cold beer in the sunset. I'm going to have a job that actually allows me to pay for the things I want to do, and where I don't need to worry how I make it through this month and whether I find the time to go and donate blood plasma so I can afford that sport bathing suit I need. I'm going to have a grown up relationship with an equally grown up, that is: mature and reflected partner in which we actually talk about problems instead of just ignoring them.

In the words of Janosch's little tiger: "Oh wie schön ist Panama!"