Caught in Between 10 and 20
I know this is the millionth time I've updated today, but I had a thought.
I'm sitting here, home alone, painting my nails and "writing a critical lens essay" on a book I haven't read. That's when it occured to me.
Today is my last day of being 15. I love the weight of the statement, "I'm fifteen..." I love it when I'm hanging around a college campus for some event and someone approaches me and says, "Are you a student here?," and I get to say, "I'm fifteen..." Or I'm walking down Elmwood and a man with a clipboard asks me if I'm registered to vote and I say, "I'm fifteen..."
Now I'm gonna have to say 16. And that's only 2 years younger than a minor. That's driving age. 15 sounds so much more carefree and childish. I can't get immense pleasure out of bossing around 17 and 18 year olds because I'm no longer 2 or 3 years younger than them.
BLAST!
Damn growing up!
posted by M.Jazz @ 5:42 PM
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