Grow up man

Dictated to google recorder, and heavily edited.

Grow up, man!
I want to say,
It's time to be a fucking man
We're not boys, no more
And we've got responsibilities
Things to do worlds to conquer
Lives to live...
I want to say,
What the hell are you doing?
Do you even know where this is going?
Are you in control of your own self? What has changed since you were 18? Are you still the boy that I knew from way back?
I really want to ask.
But i can't
because i know the answer.
People have not grown up.
They're just. Young boys.
They were always
And will be maybe.

What the fucking fuck, man.
Like, weren't we supposed to grow up, all of us?
And how that was such a big deal.
And how much effort and pain and suffering, we put into growing up.
Like, what the hell were you doing then?
What did you get out of all the pain and suffering?

What did you get out of all of that?
And where do you want to go next?
Because it sounds like where you want to be at
Is a medicated heaven
Where you don't have to deal with the realities of your existence
Where other people don't exist.
And you can survive forever in your dream reality
And i want to say, Grew up, man
You're a mature fucking adult
You've been fortunate to be where you're at right now and you've got the tools
To deal with your troubles like a goddamn adult
Where are you? Where the fuck are you?

And what the fuck are you doing, man?
Like what the fuck? Got to grow up, dude, let's grow up, man
I want to say,
But it's not gonna matter.
They're not gonna change the boys. They'll always be.
The Boys.
You know. Chilling.
Relaxing.
Getting blazed beyond the reality.
Six in an apartment.
Living the bachelor life... But, until when?
When does reality come in knocking?
Or has it already? And they told it to fuck off because they're not ready?
Because the world outside has changed.
It's just them, that hasn't.

And i wish i really, really wish. I could talk them into living the reality of their existence.