I always feel in “italics” and think in “capitals!”. Which means, I live life to the fullest. I have resolved that, whatever eternity has up its sleeve, I will enjoy life here and now. With happiness so threatened, why not be happy now?
Peter Pan Syndrome is the supposed psychological phenomenon of immaturity among some men and women, who, like the fictional character, remain childish and fail to assume appropriate adult social roles and responsibilities.
I’ve read from a fellow blogger that her neighbor had teased here of having this kind of syndrome. I can relate very well.
I would never feel insulted when people inform me that I have something like a Peter Pan syndrome. People can call me all the awful names they like. I would care less and just let them dwell in an abyss of enigma. Just like my fellow blogger, Peter Pan syndrome seems to be the sort of syndrome a man like me should possess.



























