Still a child

In some strange way I still feel like a child, while I sit for hours on end trying to make something that might impress myself and the world at the same time I'm constantly getting this…… wave of nostalgia. Maybe it's just me but when I was a child I very vividly remember asking my mother to look at the aftermath of a good bathroom session. Concentrating all my will into the only thing that I could realize at the time my mother was proud of me for, directly after potty training me. All I knew is that when I went to the bathroom she praised me. Because that's what you do when you want to reinforce a behavior.

All these years later I find myself in the same predicament, stuck in a room concentrating hard by myself so that I can show strangers my shit and they can be proud of me.