Growing Up

   Please keep in mind as you read this that it was written during a not very fun 9 hour car ride. I am not usually this cynical, promise.

    So, this week I turned 18. And I'm starting to realize growing up kind of sucks (and it's expensive).

    I miss the days when the biggest decision I had to make was which cartoon to watch instead of which career to choose, and the only fights I had with my parents were about my vegetables, not my (lack of a) job or my religious views.

    There are more financial things to worry about, like school tuition and books, new car, gas and repairs for said car, and so on. While I want desperately to be completely independent, right now that's impossible, and that frustrates me more than anything.

    Our society tells us that we're supposed to have figured out what to do with the rest of our lives by this point, but I think I need a little more time. Today I want to be a doctor, but who's to say that this time next year I won't want to be a teacher or something completely different. There's just too much emphasis put on what you're going to be rather than who you're going to be.