Fulfill your Fantasies


Hey woah a new character! We finally get to meet Mom after more than a week of the strip, as she's driving in the car with Calvin. So far she seems pretty similar in tone and disposition to Dad, except perhaps having slightly more patience with Calvin. Once again, I absolutely relate to Calvin here; when I was a kid I thought it would be soooo cool to drive the car. Actually, I would have been thrilled just to sit in the passenger seat, and not resigned to the back. However, I also know how these desires and fascinations fade with age, and how by the time I turned 16, I was so disenchanted with driving that I opted not to get my license for another 3 years. I didn't mourn the loss of my desire to drive, I just had other things I was more worried about as a 16-year old boy. There were new activities that I wanted to explore, and new experiences that I wanted to have. Today, as a 23-year old man-boy, I look back on my 16-year old fascinations with a similar happy nostalgia and amusement as I did when I was 16 thinking about 6. I'm sure I'll feel the same way about my current focuses when I'm 30, and that's how it should be; life would be awfully boring if your interests never changed or developed. That would be an indication that you weren't ever fulfilling your fantasies.

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