Maybe it's because of my busier schedule this time around. Maybe it's because the thought of going through the journey from Chapter 1 of Philosopher's Stone (the first book) seems too long a journey. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm slowly growing out of Harry Potter world (gasp!). I honestly do not know what is the reason behind this behaviour.
It's funny how when we grow older, our priorities change very easily. Just look at Harry Potter. When I was younger, it was my world- I read it whenever I could, wherever I could. But that's not the only thing. I had a very funny conversation with my mother recently, when I was told of the funnier aspects of my childhood- how I insisted on growing my hair beyond the usual crew cut because I wanted to be able to comb my hair. What followed (apparently) was years of religious combing- I would keep my hair neat. I do actually recall doing this all the way till the end of primary school, although by then I wasn't as particular about combing anymore.
But even in high school, I still had a comb that I use periodically for occasional events. And fast forward to currently, and I don't even have a comb! I know, I know, some people might be aghast at this confession, but then again, I doubt even the hairdressers that I go to use a comb when giving me a haircut.
And it really made me think back. Growing up, I had always had a curiosity for the smallest of things. Like tyre rims. And I could not understand why something like tyre rims aren't important to adults- how on Earth could you possibly have rims with different designs? Or why would anyone not think of toys and TV shows as the absolute joy on Earth?
I wonder how I would be when I'm old- what things would still be important for me? What habits would I still have? What are the ones that I would no longer care about?
Hopefully, I wouldn't be too cynical about the world and think of everything as mundane and pointless. But then again, I can totally imagine myself being that person too.