Seventeen years and I’m still trying to figure out if growing up is actually necessary or even optional. Most people can’t wait to turn 18… not me. I’d like to stay 17 for as long as I possible thank you very much. I mean there’s really no significance to this number; it’s kind of a bridge from crazy teenager to crazy legal adult. Also, you can’t even really do much when you’re 18. I mean everything’s available to you at 21, but my whole point just goes back to staying a kid forever. I don’t want to have to think of old people stuff and worry about problem after problem. I just want time to slow down and not have existential rises chase after me like I’m some fat pig waiting to be man slaughtered.
This whole growing up thing is a bit too ironic, but let’s face it we all have that moment of breakdown when we’re on the bridge between childhood and adulthood. Questions like “What’s next? Who are we going to be? What’s the next step?! Apples or Oranges?!” emerge and just eat us up. I wish there was some file cabinet in our brain that could answer every question we had. Don’t you just wish everything made sense?! Being an adult is inevitable, we’ve all got to face it somehow and responsibilities are just going to pile up. Frankly, I don’t know how to approach this upcoming stage in my life, and I could only hope it won’t be such a rollercoaster as everyone describes it to be.