On being treated as an adult

From my journal, dates August 6th, 2013

The trip’s going well and we’re on our way back. The Rockies were spectacular. But right now, I’m gonna write about something else: about being a full-fledged adult. (Have I already talked about this? I think so, but I’ll continue because this is my journal and I can write what I want).

Being 18 was a fun and interesting age to be, because you could pick and choose if you wanted to be an adult or a kid. At 19 I feel no different on the inside (still young and inexperienced), but you’re treated like an adult in the real world.

I just can’t get over the fact that in situations like this trip to the Rockies, I’m put in charge of groups of kids (many not much younger than me) and treated as “the responsible adult”. I’m given all the privileges and responsibilities of being an adult and it blows my mind. Furthermore, nothing is off limits to me in society (except renting a car). Apparently I’m mature enough and ready to gamble, drink, watch porn, get married, smoke, pay full library fines, live on my own, and so on and so forth. The only thing I feel qualified to do is vote.

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