u know...
at the stroke of midnight you're sitting there staring at the computer screen chatting to some friends and you realize...for the government and everybody else, I'm 20...
I'm no longer a "teenager" if my name ever is mentioned in the newspaper, it wont be- "...So the teenager whose name has been withheld was released from jail..."
No
It'll be-
"...So the youth whose name has been withheld was released from jail..."
It has a different ring to it... you're no longer the young, know-nothing teenager; you now become the young man, maybe-has-some-brains youth.
Or maybe its all symbolic, no wait, it is symbolic...
what difference does it make... in the span of a few seconds I'm supposed to have grown a brain and a conscience and a sense of responsibility?
I don't think so...
If I choose to remain a teenager in spirit it should be my choice, shouldn't it?
But it isn't... "You're not a teenager anymore, I expected better from you."
Not a teenager anymore? I was nineTEEN an hour ago, but something happened; the earth moved (literally) and suddenly 20 years had gone since I had my presence in this world felt, and those 20 years were supposed to have taught me something, I'm still trying to figure out what that was supposed to be.
Maybe I'll never know, but I'll keep you posted if I do find out. Maybe it'll help us all, or maybe it'll just be something unfathomable, like 42 (which is twice my current age + 2), I'll inform you when I figure that one out as well.
Thanks for now.
Cheerios!
