Balloon

I think I've crossed over that line of old age - maturity, speaking.

While I'm the most shallow perzone on earth, I don't anymore dwell or care for the petty things that usually irk me a lot.  When before at the smallest hint of issue I make a whole big balloon of things out of it inside my head waiting to explode, now that's not the case.

I quickly deflate that balloon of issues and just move on to the next relevant thing worth my attention.

Don't get me wrong.  I still love silly, stupid things.  But those FUN silly, stupid things only. Jokes, pranks. You know those stuff.

The "don't-care" attitude helps me a lot apparently. Because, really, why would you even care for such things?  I don't mind anymore what people think of me as long as I'm not hurting anybody.  That's one line I try not to cross.  But if I did, please accept my apologies.

So, if I hear something again, don't be surprised that I will just shrug it off and just walk away because they're non-sense to me.

I don't need it. 

Give me a balloon that I can play with. Have fun with.  One that will make me laugh boisterously, without a hint of evil. 

Let's pop those kinds of balloons. 

Because its fun eh.