A Scatalogical Theory

My parents live in a very peaceful, family-friendly neighborhood. And even more specifically, next door to a family with a lively set of kids in grade school. I hear them play, cry, eat, and other humanly things that little people do.

I think there were around five kids outside just now. At least that’s what I gathered according to the nicknames assigned per character. With my window open, I overheard a dialogue that went something like this :

[place: outside front door]
[mood: extreme happiness]

YOU’RE A BOOGAR
YOU’RE POO
OKAY BYE POOPOO!
CAN I BE URINE?
OK! BYE URINE!
HOW ABOUT ME?
EVERYONE HAS TO BE SOMETHING DISGUSTING. YOU CAN BE EITHER EARWAX OR VOMIT
I WANNA BE EARWAX. HOW ABOUT YOU BE VOMIT.
OKAY BYE EARWAX! BYE VOMIT AND POO AND URINE!

And then there was silence.

I gave the whole thing approx. two minutes into the aftermath before I started snickering, which rose to an escalating crescendo, and then exploded in laughter. And that got me thinking–why did it take two minutes for me to realize it was funny?

Here’s my theory so far–nasty things when you’re super young is nasty. And then you hit grade school, and it’s hilarious. Then you hit high school, and it’s nasty. Then you hit college, and it’s funny again. Then after that, it’s nasty again.

Can I get a couple of people to confirm this for me?

So back to my situation, since I’m currently undergoing an identity crisis, I encountered a two-minute struggle in figuring how I wanted to respond to the incident. I stand at the threshold between two life stages. I am trying to outgrow one without arriving prematurely into the next, and the aforementioned sequence of silence to laughter was the uneasy reaction that rode on the tension between what is tomorrow and what should be yesterday.

And yes everything in life is emo and relates to me going through transition that’s right even this leave me alone.