Extrapolation of the Mind

Chapter 1
A Bite Size Story

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Author’s note*

(This is a very big work in progress. What I’m posting is a very small sample on what is to come. Chapter one will be what is written below, and many more thoughts from the main character’s mind. Regression is not going to happen in the first chapter, I can promise you that. I took an almost Fight Club esque approach to sentance structure. This very small bite of a story is just being posted early to see what the community thinks. I have no reason to continue the story if the group doesn’t enjoy it. So please comment, and if you do like what you read, I guarantee much more will be written. Enjoy!)

I see myself, not as a man, but as a young boy imprisoned in the body of a nasty old man.

Why did I have to age like everybody else?

Why couldn’t I be different?

Those are questions that I will never have answered.

Nobody wants to grow older.

We are all children.

When you really stop and think about it, kids and adults aren’t that different.

Both kids and adults have functions in society.

Just these two different age groups take part in different organizations at a set time period.

Boys and girls go to school, while the big boys, the men and women, go to work.

Sure, adults have a greater intelligence and are capable have a higher thought process, compared to youngsters, but I’m not talking about capabilities.

No, the only difference I can make out between adolescents and adults is the ability to have fun.

Children can take the most mundane experiences, and turn them into wonderful adventures.

I want to leave the so called, “Adult World,” and get back to the things that actually matter.

The basics.

Fun.

Now, how do I do this?

Is fun an extension of a child’s mind?

A mind that is not corrupted by the media, religion, brutality, sex, and grieving.

Or, is fun brought about by the experiences one is part of as an adolescent.

If I fully indulge myself in the kid experience, would I actually become a child myself?

Why has nobody ever thought to try this?

If I put on a diaper, will I become a baby?

If I put on training pants, would I become a toddler?

I doubt it.

People won’t treat adults as children as long as their outer shell does not match their actions.

Why have people come to accept how one should act?

Did a man just order one day, “Thee should not be rambunctious if thou truly want to be treated as an equal.”?

We, as a society, should be looser on the subject of maturity.

Is it truly fair that if a man wants to be a child, society won’t grant him permission?

Why should that man listen to society?

Why doesn’t that man break from the one-dimensional imprisonment that is society?

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