After many, many years of childhood, I am now legally considered an adult.
Now, please keep in mind that this has absolutely no bearing on my maturity level. I will forever have the teenage boy's sense of humour- Chuck Norris jokes included. But there's something to be said about finally being recognized as an adult. Sometimes (though by all means not always) I feel that I think and respond to things as an adult, and it's nice to know that maybe it is finally acknowledged in the real world that I could possibly have something to say. Granted, most of the world still thinks of me as some useless high school kid, but there's always the idea that this is the begining of the end. The four major parts of life are chilhood, teenager, adulthood, and old age. Adulthood by far lasts the longest, and is the most influential part of you. And old age won't hit me until what? Sixty-five? Well, hopefully I'll be dead by then anyway...
So now I'm here, pondering the meaning of adulthood. Now, of course, there's no one moment in your life when you grow from being a teenager to an adult. But somehow eighteen seems to be a good year to mark it. Seventeen is a year of growing int oan adult. At 16 your definately still a kid, really. But once you turn seventeen, the idea that 18 is coming is in the back of your mind, and you start to grow up I think. So by the time you hit eighteen, you've matured a lot over the year. For the most part, I think this is true with almost everyone I meet. Most of my friends are obviously 17 or 18, and they all have matured vastly over the last year.
All in all, growing up is a good thing, so long as you don't completely grow up. Because sometimes it's fun to be an ASS.
Merry Hanukkah.