i think a part of me will always love being six years old— love being tiny, unassuming, cold in my reactions, bowled over by my peers, told to be bigger, brighter, better.
i am largely the same now— but i am no longer six.
no one tells me to become any bigger or brighter or better, being small means being crushed, and if i am overlooked, no one cares.
if i were six, this would sadden me. but i am no longer six, i no longer care, and i am alone in my acquired apathy.
on some level, i recognize that there are discrepancies between my worrying for others and lack thereof for myself, but i hardly bother with it. that said, do not be like me, please. (lol).