So, what's an adult?
Is an 18 yr. old who can vote, fight for their country, buy cigarettes, work without 30 min. breaks every half-hour an adult?
When I was 16, 17, I swore on my 18th birthday I was going out for a tattoo or a piercing. That day has come and gone, and I didn't rush out... I went to school for 7 hours, ate a quick dinner, and then worked for 5 hours.
Is that what adulthood is about?
My boyfriend and I actually talked about this today. He thinks being an adult (or, at least, the common perception most people have thereof, and the image he can't shake from his mind) is being defeated. I disagree. I didn't feel defeated on my 18th birthday... I felt the same way I feel every day that I'm gone from 8 AM to 930 PM- dutiful.
Does that make me an adult? I had plenty of duties as an adolescent... I'm not only tlaking about "do the dishes, clean your room, finish your homework" duties, but things 13,14,15,16 yr. olds should not have thrust on them... and perhaps it was an immaturity on my part ot accept those duties, because I had the choice, I always had the choice.... but sometimes our very natures make those choices for us. I'm not sure how to clarify without disclosing situations I'd rather not... but do these duties make an adult? I don't know... it's something I've been wondering about lately, and maybe my inability to reach a conclusion is proof of my continued adolescence.
To all the "adults" in here: Is there just some point you reach where you know that now you're all grown up? Because I personally, want to know.
That said... parents can be absolutely wonderful, even as close to perfect as is humanly possible... but there comes a time when they can't hold a child's hand all the time... and more and more, as kids reach adolescence, other factors, people, influences reach them, and I don't care how many people say it's a parent's job to provide a strong enough foundation of morals to keep a child "in line" in spite of all these things, sometimes there is just nothing a parent can do... and I really hope that all parents remember being a pre-teen, a teen, because I know that someday if I have a child like the one I was, I would need that assurance, the knowledge that my child is an individual, and that his/her choices, good or bad, are not mine, not to go off the deep-end myself.
I guess that's all I have to say for now.
"Love is a piano
dropped from a four story window
and you were in the wrong place
at the wrong time." -Ani DiFranco