The Disappointment of Adult Perspectives

Skibidi, once I drew a boa constrictor swallowing an elephant, a true masterpiece, lowkey. Grown-ups said it was just a hat, goon energy. I showed them my second drawing, the inside of the snake, but they still did not get it. They told me to stick to geography and grammar, like sigma vibes. I swapped my dreams of art for airplanes, flying everywhere and recognizing China from Arizona. Serious people did not improve my view; they were always lost at the edge of understanding. I kept my drawing, but it became a ship lost at sea, never to be understood. So I talked bridge and golf, leaving jungles behind.