People tend to think that if you haven't matured long enough, your life is a breeze and your stress levels must be, logically, at their lowest point (or even inexistent). Well, let me tell you something… they don't know what the heck they're talking about. You cannot vote, caffeine is out of the limits, you know the car only from driving backwards in it, and then the random onlookers… how would you feel if you couldn't even stick out your tongue without somebody doing oooh and aaah over your head? It's frustrating. And don't even get me started on the baby talk! And what about the hundreds times a day when you're hungry and they keep sticking that ugly toy into your face or the hundreds times you want to sleep and they keep moving you up and down and up down and up and down… until you feel like throwing up.
Let me tell you, life is not any more or less frustrating when you're 2 feet tall than when you're 6 - you just see it from a different point of view.
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