popsicle man

Behold the Popsicle Man!
As a child I gave in to whatever whim I desired. Play outside? Why! when i can fight dragons inside! Perfect temperature, cozy couch, the comfort of a controller in my hands. What can you call me? Dragonslayer! Do my homework? why? I can learn so more watching Discovery channel, in HD, and not move more than three muscles changing the channel during a commercial. Stay at home and have dinner with my family? why? I can go out and play all night with my Friends, and by play i mean watch a movie at their house instead of mine. A problem? what problem, why deal with it? As long as i ignore it it's not really there.... right? Oh what fun i have, oh what great joy... but soon the realization is made. When i grow up i have to make decisions that are hard, my homework actually counts for something, if i don't do anything the problem doesn't fix itself or go away... it gets worse. Little did i know what all my lackadaisical tendencies were building in me... or ripping out of me. All of my fun has in fact eaten wholes through my character, eroded away at my will, and deteriorated my constitution. A man i have become due to sheer force of age, but the inside betrays the truth, no longer a whole being, I am a perfect, pretty, attractive shell, ready to be blown over by the first possible breeze of hardship.
Behold, the Popsicle Man!