At some point... you become an adult. Correct? I mean, I don't really know. It's a little hard to tell if someones an adult, or just a really big kid... Though we seem to have some adults in this world (or people who claim to be).
I guess we could say that I question adulthood. How can you not? I mean... nobody really knows when it happens. Are you an adult when you turn 18? Or perhaps once you can drink? Or maybe when you can legally rent a car? I don't know. We don't know. Nobody can seem to agree on when you become an adult. That's a little confusing, don't you think?
Well, forget the confusion... I'll just say 18 is adulthood. We will say, 18 is adulthood.
In that case, I am an adult now! That thought is overwhelming. Not in the way a test may be, or any kind of physical or mental exertion would be. But rather in the way a sudden realization might be. In fact, it is sort of a realization. Turning 18 has been a sudden realization that I've been around a decent bit. I am done with high-school, I am moving into some of my final stages of college... And yet I feel completely unprepared "to adult." Taxes, paying for necessities, my actions being my own... it is all a little overwhelming.
I feel like no amount of Self-Help books will help me become the adult I want to be. So naturally, I've read all the Self-Help books I can get my hands on. Maybe I'm a little silly. On one hand I feel ready to be an adult, and on the other I don't want to even think about adulting.
Perhaps my anxiety comes from the fact that I don't want to just be an "adult". I want to be a full functioning and contributing human being. I don't want to just do things. I want to see, learn, educate, help, and spread love. I don't just want to adult. I want to be the best adult I can possibly be. Humanity needs more then adults who can be confused for "big children." The world needs more humans who are trying to balance what wibbly wobbly adulthood means.