When I was 17, I thought that when I turned 18, I would feel like an adult. Not necessarily be an adult, but have adult thoughts. Think like a woman, not like a teenage girl. What a bummer it was that on my 18th birthday I was wondering how Mom had decorated the cake—horses or flowers, swirls or hearts?--and could barely contain myself while tearing open my presents. Clearly not an adult thought. Don’t worry, I said to myself, when I turn 20, I’ll really be thinking like an adult. I’ll knowledgeably smile down at my birthday cake and eloquently thank my mother for the beautiful decorations. Then I’ll sit back and casually open my presents while sipping on some decaf. I’ll give cheek kisses to all my guests when they leave and then I wont immediately sort through all my gifts, lining them up on my bed.
And then I turned 20 and my boyfriend dumped me (loser) and I cried for three weeks and could only fall asleep if my mom had tucked me in, complete with a funny story from her childhood (did you know Keiko practically flunked first grade for talking too much? Hilarious…).
Turning 21 in two months, I have very little-to-no-hope that I will begin “thinking like an adult” on June 7th, 2011. Psh. Talking to some big kids myself, I’m beginning to have the realization that adults just look like adults, but have the same thoughts that they did when they were 12. Jesus lord. You mean I will never stop perking up when I hear the ice cream truck coming? And I will never stop believing Santa still lives on the North Pole, and just retired a few decades ago?
Now that it’s warm out, my host sisters and I are constantly on the trampoline. It is SO MUCH FUN.
Friends and 20-something year olds out there, do you feel like an adult?