Do I have Peter Pan Syndrome, or do I just not want to grow up?
That whole 10 years challenge made me think, at least that challenge is good for something.
Because why don't I have to see that Krasse Gnarren of my so-called social friends pass by? Is it really simple because it reminds me of my own mortality?

Forever Young
There were days when I couldn't wait until I was old enough. Old enough to leave the house, old enough to decide my own way.
I sustained that for years, nothing was more beautiful than finally being my own boss. As difficult as that may be sometimes I have never had the Beateleleske “Help” feeling.
Not that I was out of the way of help, but “I did it my way” I will say.