Don't let anyone kill your inner child.It's something I've always kept in mind, but the female species have a tendency to slaughter your desire to be carefree, simple, and full of wonder. More on that later.
On Monday, Victor called me ad hoc and we decided to go to Cypress for some night-skiing. He mentioned how people at work were talking about our childhood TV shows, and how if you watched them today, they would look really stupid. In particular, the A-Team. Apparently, Mr. T isn't actually that cool. I learned my lesson with Transformers. The movie's still great, but I can't watch the series, it'd ruin the childhood memories.
On Tuesday, the guys at work were discussing the exact same thing. This time, it was G.I. Joe.
This morning, I went to a seminar on how to do service well, presented by the Disney Institute. It was pretty revealing. Simple and obvious ideas and concepts, but as they noted, it's the execution that's difficult. They believe it's unacceptable to destroy your childhood memories. They strive to make it always magical when you go to Disneyworld.
One realization I've had over the years? I guess I really don't care about what people think of me in the end. That would kill my inner child. I'll keep him safe, thank you very much. But he'll usually only come out for people who also appreciate inner children as well. And it seems there are less of those in the female species. So I'll just go drink from the fountain of youth and drown in it. :)