Adult me: “I thought we were done with this kind of childish behavior.”

Childish me: (hangs head) “Me too. But I couldn’t help myself. I think I blacked out. I was telling myself all the things we talked about, “no pain, no gain”, and “you have to get out of your comfort zone to grow”, and “happiness is on the other side of pain”, and “just breathe”, and all of it. The next thing I knew, I was stabbing it with my paintbrush.

Adult me: “Ah I see. But in the middle of your rage or your “blackout”, you had enough sense to switch tools to one that would stab the canvas much more efficiently. Correct?”

Childish me: (Grins).

Adult me: (Sighs).

Childish me: (Grins).

Adult me: (Sighs).

Childish me: “You know it felt good though. You can’t deny that.”

Adult me: (Grins). “Yes. Yes it did.”