Huffington Post - It's no odd thing to pine for a simpler time, to wish you could go back to childhood. It's a common, impossible fantasy, it seems, one that is more exaggerated gasp and wistful dream in difficult times. For some, though, the desire for a past life is so insatiable, they do everything they can to make it happen.
Unfortunately, given that time travel isn't yet possible, they often seem a bit unusual in their quest.
National Geographic's "Taboo" highlights the life of one such dreamer: Stanley, the adult baby. He sleeps in a giant crib, plays Legos in a baby play area, gets fed with a bottle and is even creating his own gigantic highchair. It's not sexual, just the recapturing of a simpler time, no matter how psychologically complicated it may appear.
An infantalist, Stanley dresses normally for the real world, but in his apartment, it's all child's play. Though most babies don't build their own cribs.
Look Stanley, you think there's a guy out there that doesn't want to sit in his jammies all day and play with legos and GI Joes and shit? You think I don't want to wear a diaper and get spoon fed porridge from some weird obese woman while I rest my head on her bosom? Think I don't want to turn my room into a giant playpen, gain 300 pounds and wear a moo-moo? Of course I do. Everybody does... I think. But the bottom line is you're 29 years old, and that shit is weird, and not the kind of weird that makes you cheeky and fun, or mysterious and oddly attractive to women. It's the kind of weird that makes you a total social outcast and a nuisance to society. It's the kind of weird that ensures you are never going to get laid, even by that weird nurse lady. And it's the kind of weird that lands you right on the front page of meh blog. Ugh, who am I kidding, somebody get me those penguin pajamas!
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