From Skippy Dies:
Gradually the awful truth dawns on you that Santa Claus was just the tip of the iceberg—that your future will not be the rollercoaster ride you’d imagined, that the world occupied by your parents, the world of washing the dishes, going to the dentist, weekend trips to the DIY superstore to buy floor tiles, is actually largely what people mean when they speak of ‘life’.
Well said, though depressing. But it ends on a little brighter note.
Now, with every day that passes, another door seems to close, the one marked professional stuntman, or fight evil robot, until weeks go by and the doors … keep closing, you begin to hear the sound as a good thing, and start closing some yourself, even ones that didn’t necessarily need closing …
(Someone told me the book isn’t very good, but they thought I’d enjoy this passage, which I did.)