If a person were able to watch a complete recording of my life from beginning to present, they would discern that I have a strange affection for toys, so distinct and refined that I could be labeled a toy savant.
If you think you are too old to play with toy's then you are a liar and I pity your closet lifesyle.
I keep every toy from my childhood in bins in my basement. I don't play with all of them, but I like to keep them around. When I was young I used to imagine that all those Batman's and Beanie Babies had feelings and opinions, but were unable to express them because they were toys. Toys can't move. Yet I made sure to play with each one equally over the course of a week... so they wouldn't become lonely, of course!
My two favorite movies from back in the day were Toy Story, and Indian in the Cupboard. Why?
Because how freaking awesome would it be to open a cabinet in your house and see mini Darth Vader going blade to blade against a Fisher Price knight?! I KNOW RIGHT?!
I'm in my twenties now and I know none of that could ever happen, but the old me trapped within my drained and addled mind still has hope that one day his Lego's will come to life, build a colony in my basement, and wage war on every other being in their land of boxes and old clothes. Essentially becoming like the Moria goblins in LotR, using mice and squirrels as cave trolls, and I will live among them. An honorary and well renowned member of their society, like a village shaman... but the corrupt kind, that uses the people to bring him all the luxuries in the world for free... because they fear me and my knowledge...
If heaven was based on materialism that would probably be an accurate description of what my section would look like.
This being said, it can be assumed that I like to spend my free time doing absolutely nothing productive, and I feel that's how all people truly want to spend the end of their day after work or school. Even if someone says they love their work, or going to school, or doing endless amounts of research for their own personal benefit which happens to benefit a paying organization; again, anyone who says that they love to work is a liar. Nobody likes to work, work isn't fun. That's why its called work, and not called fun. It should be called not-fun. "Hey honey, im off to not-fun, so if u need me, I wrote my private not-fun number on a piece of paper and stuck it to the fridge, byeeeee!"
Clearly more descriptive and accurate than saying work.
I imagine a perfect life having a moderately productive job, 9-5 with two days off a week at least that will send me home each day feeling as if I've accomplished something, or helped someone. Then going home to my own house, to see my wife and give her an affectionately light kiss on the cheek, then prepare to make/help make dinner. After dinner relaxing in a hot shower followed by watching tv, playing a video game, surfing the web, or going out to meet friends for some shenanigans, but most days would be sharing these activities with my wife.
I believe that my inner child would be satisfied in life, if he could share his toys with the inner child of my future wife.
It sounds silly, but if you think about it everyone is driven by that one thing they they couldn't have when they were young. For me that would be someone to share in the joy that my action figures and video games brought me, then and now. Its not actually the toys that make me happy, but the innocent pleasure that made me, still makes me, feel whole. It's not enough to experience that feeling though, I want to share it with others to make them happy, and when you use your innocent pleasure to give others pleasure, that's a whole other level of enjoyment man.
Why wouldn't you want to tell the world when something makes you happy?
I read it somewhere once that the biggest turn on a person could experience is knowing that they turn someone else on. ( don't ask me where I read that, its not for the ears and eyes of the public... yes I realize I've been talking about how much I enjoy toys this whole time, but its not like that. You're reading too much into it! Innocent pleasure! Think innocent pleasure!!)
Well, I probably just ruined this whole thing, but whatever it was good till you got down here, right?
Lol... gimmi sum feedback bros and brahs.
