I am 24. Still I’m treated like a child. Not by my parents, nor by my friends but by “the big mother”: the state. Because she thinks it is necessary to smother me in care in the form of rules and guidelines to keep on the right track, because the adults know better.
I have to hurry up and finish my education, no detours. I should stay healthy and eat properly, lots of vegetables, less meat, no sugar, no fast food. I should be sensible and not drink more than five units on one evening, and get up next morning, hangoverfree, and go for a run. I should have the children as soon as possible, preferably three, and send them to the nursery and go to work. I should buy organic products and bike to work.
I am 24, and I can handle it myself. Maybe “the big mother” doesn’t think so, but I know what consequences my actions have, and I’d love to take them. I’d love to decide myself how much I should weigh, if I do fitness or get hammered Saturday night.
Why is the new happiness, the ultimate goal, to become 100 years old? When did a good life become a long life? Why is it wrong to smoke and be overweight? People are classified as wrong or right. Other people decide what a good life is looking at statistics and scientific studies.
And all this can be done without protests because it is for the common good, men when did politicians become so omniscient that they can figure out how I get a good life? Everything is planned for the citizens, just shut up and do what you’re told. That’s how they raised children 50 years ago. But people are not children, and they are not stupid. As a result they shouldn’t be treated as such on pretext of getting a better life. We ourselves decide how we want to life our live, otherwise living in a democracy is useless.
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