He had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible. And I guess now you are expecting me to say that the time had come for him to forsake his old habits and settle down, right? A good job, a nice wife, children, and a mortgage, right? Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind. Actually, I don't care that much for whatever it is that you call adult life. And yeah, you won't be the first one to bring it up, either. The Peter Pan complex, or something of the kind, right? Might be so, I am not adamantly opposed to the idea. But take a moment to think about it. Really? Do you honestly believe that this is the only way to live once you reach the "past-thirty" stage? Not only that, but, is this what you want your life to look like? Not me. Yeah, he had ten long years for himself, so what? That's what happens when you are 20, and it's kind of socially sanctioned. And now, he should stop because when you're 30 the playful part in you dies or something? Fair enough. I am not for ever lasting brainlessness, don't get me wrong. Not taking anything seriously just doesn't work right when bills start piling up on your kitchen table. But really?