YODA’S HOUSE OF PANCAKES: The Peter Pan Syndrome

YODA’S HOUSE OF PANCAKES: The Peter Pan Syndrome

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As a thirty-five year old man, there are certain social rules that I am expected to abide by. I am supposed to have a well-paying, respectable job. My mortgage is to be paid on time, as well as any other bills I have due. My hair should be well-groomed, my shirts clean and pressed. If I wish to play a game, it should involve a little pockmarked ball and a pristine field of green grass.

As an adult, I am not supposed to play with action figures, nor am I to collect them and display them on my wall. The world will mock me if I dress up as Darth Vader and spend a weekend in a convention center pretending to Force choke random strangers. I can’t watch cartoons. I can’t play video games and I sure-as-Hades can’t get super excited when I hear the tinkle of an ice cream truck.

Why are we, as grown ups, expected to eschew all of the things that we enjoyed as children in favor of the games and activities that society has deemed more mature? Why are those that enjoy these things looked at with disdain from their peers? Is there something wrong with us? Are we nothing more than Peter Pan and his Lost Boys, cursed to live our lives in a perpetual state of adolescence, content to offer little to the world?

My answer is no. We perform the same functions as any other adults. We have families, and we hold a wide range of jobs to provide for those families. We have a plethora of opinions on politics, world events, and religion. And contrary to stereotype, many of us enjoy golf and other things the so-called “adults” prefer to indulge.

I would argue that it is the immature people who impact the world in the greatest ways. It takes a childlike mind and sense of wonder to envision the world in its majesty and all the potential it holds. We are the innovators, the free thinkers, and much of the progress this world has seen is due to those of us that approach life with youthful vigor.

I have met many adults in my three decades of existence, and I don’t care much for them. They are a boring, unimaginative lot that slog through life with the enthusiasm of an old brick in an untended field. I will take my immature, nerdy friends over them any day.

So never feel ashamed when somebody makes fun of your childish passions. Revel in the knowledge that while Peter Pan might never grow up, he will always defeat Captain Hook.

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  1. Lisa
    January 11, 2015 at 12:12 Reply

    Reminds me of something my Dad said to me when comparing other condos in our development to our own. He said all our neighbor’s units were tidy and clutter-free, while I have all my Star Wars, Doctor Who, Captain America, Harry Potter, etc., stuff spread all over our unit. I pretty much told him that I couldn’t help it if I was more interesting than our neighbors. 😉

    1. Melinda
      January 12, 2015 at 16:30 Reply

      Most definitely! 🙂

  2. Ryder
    January 12, 2015 at 00:10 Reply

    I really liked this! People may think we are weird adults for having Star Wars toys, but it sure is a great way to have fun with our kids and what is better than that?

    1. Melinda
      January 12, 2015 at 16:30 Reply

      No kidding, Ryder! 🙂

  3. Melinda
    January 12, 2015 at 16:22 Reply

    Oh my gosh, I love this!!!!! 😀

    “I don’t want to grow up; I’m a (Star Wars) kid!” That ditty started ringing in my head as I read this. I can’t say I don’t/didn’t want to grow up, but if keeping this (almost) childlike exuberance is going to earn me nothing but disdain from those who “just don’t get it,” then I say BRING IT ON!!! If anyone looks at me cock-eyed when I mention my penchant for Star Wars, I laugh in that person’s face. Not mean-spirited, mind you, but outright laugh I most certainly do. “Try it — or something like Star Wars — sometime. You just might enjoy a new take on life,” I encourage good-humoredly. If that person shakes his/her head at me, I know that person is a lost soul. And I pity him/her. Some people just don’t get it … and that’s a sad state of life — for them.

    As I sit here at my computer, typing away, I have — sitting just a few inches away from my keyboard — my Hot Wheels Yoda car. It is so funny looking that it makes me smile every single time I look at it. There’s something silly about the “ears” flaring off the back. THAT’S what Star Wars does for me — it makes me smile; it makes me laugh; it makes me look at the world from different angles; it helps encourage me to be hopeful. Yes, to have that hopeful approach to life, that when the odds look like they’re stacked against you, push yourself further. It’s possible to reach the “impossible”. 🙂


  4. Melinda
    January 12, 2015 at 16:29 Reply

    We all should wear our fandom for the world to see, James. The “others” might see they really are in the minority. 😉 We encompass more of the globe than people think. 🙂

    I have a sister who claims one, as an adult, “should” do this, “should” be that … She doesn’t really “get” my Star Wars fandom (and the extent to which I take it lol), but I tell her: “The only thing I SHOULD do is to be kind, considerate, respectful to others. Beyond that, I forge my own path.”

    I hope you do, too. 🙂

    Great blog, James! Thank you so much for posting this! 🙂

    MTFBWY 🙂

  5. Pam Bruchwalski
    January 12, 2015 at 19:07 Reply

    Hmmmmmm. I think it takes a sense of openness, childlike or otherwise, to appreciate EVERYONE on this planet, the staid, boring folks, too. And maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll rub off on those who feel they must always guard their passions.

    I actually feel MORE accepted since I exposed my fandom to the world with full…Force. Knowing those who share my geekdom has changed my life, and finding those “adults” who love me anyway has, too.

  6. Becca Benjamin
    January 13, 2015 at 17:54 Reply

    Well said, James 🙂
    It’s interesting, the world, isn’t it? How it works, I mean. People, adults specifically, are so quick to Judge each other and why? What do they really get out of it? Just because you, as an adult, have a passion for something that you happened to grow up with, doesn’t mean you’re immature. Besides, life tends be drab as an adult, so why not spice it up with your passions. 🙂

  7. Tommy Mac
    April 22, 2015 at 16:52 Reply

    There’s a line from a John Mellencamp song that comes to mind…

    “I said growing up leads to growing old and then to dying, and dying to me don’t sound like all that much fun.”

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