What if he was just a very sensitive fellow, maybe a woman trapped in a man's body? Maybe he just always wanted kids so he could be a mother. That is how he struck me. He never seemed like a 'guy' to me...
Men always get the short end of the stick when it comes to this sort of thing. Sure he was eccentric, but, man, I would have loved to visit NeverLand, and I do understand why he wanted to remain a child. I hate adulthood, it is boring! Drinking in a bar, so noisy you can't communicate? Not!
I always wish I could go back to my childhood and sit around painting and drawing and building kites and forts, and eating as much ice cream as I could and never getting fat or, acne! Summer days that melted into each other, no thoughts about car insurance renewal, or the stock market...
And this poor guy didn't get a chance to enjoy the only time in a humans life when we are free of those financial worries that keep us away from pursuing the finer things in life....like laying on the lawn watching the cloud shapes, or mashing mud together and hucking it at each other, or camping out on the deck of your friends house in sleeping bags...name any fun childhood thing and I bet he never got to do it...he was worked like a slave....he endured child slavery. He was a sacrifice both to his father's ego, and the musical history of the Black American culture...he deserved his rest!
Childhood is so wonderful that the blessing about being a parent is that you get to relive it through someone else's eyes. So I can understand why he wanted to be around kids. Kids and really old people know what is important in life...fun!
I don't think he had it in him to hurt anyone, and why were parents pushing their kids at him?
I feel sad that his life ended like it did...
Men always get the short end of the stick when it comes to this sort of thing. Sure he was eccentric, but, man, I would have loved to visit NeverLand, and I do understand why he wanted to remain a child. I hate adulthood, it is boring! Drinking in a bar, so noisy you can't communicate? Not!
I always wish I could go back to my childhood and sit around painting and drawing and building kites and forts, and eating as much ice cream as I could and never getting fat or, acne! Summer days that melted into each other, no thoughts about car insurance renewal, or the stock market...
And this poor guy didn't get a chance to enjoy the only time in a humans life when we are free of those financial worries that keep us away from pursuing the finer things in life....like laying on the lawn watching the cloud shapes, or mashing mud together and hucking it at each other, or camping out on the deck of your friends house in sleeping bags...name any fun childhood thing and I bet he never got to do it...he was worked like a slave....he endured child slavery. He was a sacrifice both to his father's ego, and the musical history of the Black American culture...he deserved his rest!
Childhood is so wonderful that the blessing about being a parent is that you get to relive it through someone else's eyes. So I can understand why he wanted to be around kids. Kids and really old people know what is important in life...fun!
I don't think he had it in him to hurt anyone, and why were parents pushing their kids at him?
I feel sad that his life ended like it did...





