My roommate and I once had a discussion about when you become a person. She said it’s when you have sex. I say it’s when you learn to drive a car. Both bring on new responsibilities, new challenges, and make you grow up. Growing up, I’ve learned, isn’t all its cracked up to be. Sure new responsibilities can make you feel more mature, new challenges make you feel more prepared to take on the world but growing up only exposes you to how complex and sometimes messed up the world can be. You notice things you hadn’t before, like peoples backwards views, political leaders outrageous statements, and how truly crazy most dieting gets. Being 20, I think, is just about the worst thing I have ever done.
Being home is awkward; it’s slipping so quickly into just being a familiar place rather than the traditional “home.” Your parents often treat you the little kid you once were, expecting to know where you are, when you’ll be home, if you want dinner, what are your plans for this weekend, have you called grandma yet, have you finished all those forms, and when are you going to get yourself to the dentist!? It can be a bit of culture shock coming back from college. I’m used to being where I want when I want and only shooting my roommate a text to ask where she put the laundry detergent or if she could PLEASE buy more toilet paper.
Adults are confused by 20 year olds. Being 20 makes it seem like you should be able to take care of yourself, live on your own, get to where you need to be, while eating a healthy meal and keeping in touch with everyone that worries about you… and you can do these things! But adults still want you to know that you are not invincible, you are not in control, and you really shouldn’t come home THAT late. But what is the true difference between 20 and 25? And for that matter what is the real difference between 18 and 27? According to the law, nothing. According to the man sitting at the end of the table listening to you explain your research on an app you think would really work with the company, a lot.
Does age count as something we can put on our resumes? Does every year we live on earth get us closer to the respect we deserve? Clearly I am ranting and venting… but if I cant do that on my own blog I don’t know where I can, amiright? So many question marks, so little time.
All I know is that my friends keep turning 20 and I wish I could stop them. There is still innocence in 19 but it all sprints and jumps out the window once you hit the big two oh.
My advice? Wait a year. 21 will be better… right?