After all those months of whining, I am finally 18. The magical number that represents The Mysterious World of Adulthood. I am not sure what I expected, but I think I vaguely expected to just wake up on the 28th and feel mature and responsible and somewhat…adult-like. In reality, I woke up on the 28th in my Superman tee lying beside my teddy bear on a Disney bedspread. I had cake for Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner, I indulged in my chocolate cravings, I actually got scared of a little dog that growled at me, I frightened myself watching horror movies, and I jumped around excitedly seeing and touching real human brain specimens. Nothing I did, could be described as “adult-like”. I was barely a day older and it was supposed to represent a year of growth.
One of my best friends had given me the idea of making a list of the silliest activities that represented childhood and completing every single one of them before I turned eighteen. I wasn’t able to complete all of them and I felt like I was beginning a new chapter of my life without reading the last few pages of the previous chapter. Now that I am officially an adult, emancipated and on my own, does it mean that I can’t be immature, stupid and silly? On my birthday, my friends helped me remember that chapters might get over but there is still a long way to go in my book.
Maybe growing “old” was not exactly what I had expected. I don’t have a license or a voter’s ID. I haven't donated blood or gotten a tattoo yet. I haven't lost all my teeth or grown gray hair (wait, I do have that!). On that special Friday, my friends helped me remember that even if all of the above do happen and I’m sitting all alone in my rocking chair 80 years from now with my five big dogs and eating tofu, I’d yell “Oh my God! I feel like I’m eating my brain!” I remembered the child in me, or rather, the child that is me, and I’ll never forget that even if I could be referred to as a Major now. I know that there is just a part (if not the whole!) of me that will forever remain a child. And I accept that — Disney-loving, cartoon-watching, Happy Meal-buying, Supernatural-fearing — part of myself, because, let’s face it, what’s the fun, playing your age? :)
More than my usual blog post, this is a special dedication to all my most awesome friends for making my day so memorable (because just a status is too mainstream :P ). Thank you all so much! :)
One of my best friends had given me the idea of making a list of the silliest activities that represented childhood and completing every single one of them before I turned eighteen. I wasn’t able to complete all of them and I felt like I was beginning a new chapter of my life without reading the last few pages of the previous chapter. Now that I am officially an adult, emancipated and on my own, does it mean that I can’t be immature, stupid and silly? On my birthday, my friends helped me remember that chapters might get over but there is still a long way to go in my book.
Maybe growing “old” was not exactly what I had expected. I don’t have a license or a voter’s ID. I haven't donated blood or gotten a tattoo yet. I haven't lost all my teeth or grown gray hair (wait, I do have that!). On that special Friday, my friends helped me remember that even if all of the above do happen and I’m sitting all alone in my rocking chair 80 years from now with my five big dogs and eating tofu, I’d yell “Oh my God! I feel like I’m eating my brain!” I remembered the child in me, or rather, the child that is me, and I’ll never forget that even if I could be referred to as a Major now. I know that there is just a part (if not the whole!) of me that will forever remain a child. And I accept that — Disney-loving, cartoon-watching, Happy Meal-buying, Supernatural-fearing — part of myself, because, let’s face it, what’s the fun, playing your age? :)
More than my usual blog post, this is a special dedication to all my most awesome friends for making my day so memorable (because just a status is too mainstream :P ). Thank you all so much! :)
