Maturity

I am 19 years old right now and I am turning 20 in less than two months. Between getting my studies done, getting a good amount of sleep and exercise, and having intellectual conversations everyday, I feel that I am ready to move on to a new phase in my life.

Yes, the 20's will be upon me soon. However, the act of turning 20 this June 15th offers no actual life changes. Then, two months later, I'll make my epic 30 minute drive back to College Park, or hedonism-ville for four nights of drinking before classes start again.

In other words, I am a 19-year-old sophomore and I feel like I have outgrown college. There are several things I still love to do, like go out, play guitar, and be irresponsible. On the other hand, I dont go out and drink at parties, I'm over the prospect of skipping classes to sleep in, and I dont make stupid short-lived and artificial friendships. I feel ready to take on some real responsibility and take a 9-5 job, settle into an apartment with some friends, and find a legit girlfriend.

At the same time, the post-college life is apparently supposed to be a buzzkill following the previous four years of hedonism. It means you have to pay income taxes, the rent, the electricity bill, work at least 40 hours a week, and make an effort to see family. For this reason, I suppose college is good so you can explore and discover, and have fun.

I guess after writing this I realize that I'm tyring to say I've had a fulfilling childhood and great parents to bring me up, so I'm fuckin ready for the world man. I mean, I'm probably not, but I'm ready to take it on full force in stead of being locked up in this cute bubble where I'm encouraged to wear Abercrombie and talk to hit drunk girls at the bar on Fri nite.

Because I find myself saying this, I almost want to be inmature, but theres no turning back now.