I feel it is my duty, as the first of our number to graduate to the magical and empowered age of 18, and also as your kooky aunt (so saith Josh) to offer you some words of mature and wise advice on the topic of adulthood, or, failing that, some sort of report on the altered mode of being that is the age of consent.
First, a caveat: no, I have not thus far purchased cigarettes, pornography, or lottery tickets. Nor have I gotten any parentally forbidden tattoos or piercings, nor moved out of the house, nor joined the U.S. armed forces, nor been arrested and tried as an adult, nor done anything that is the exclusive privelege of we, the few, the proud, the no-longer-minors. I do have plans to register to vote.
However, I argue before you today that the point is not that I actually do these things, but that I could do them, if the spirit so moved me (except moving out of the house--it turns out that my parents still have guardianship over me or some such thing).
Unfortunately, I have very little advice, because I don't know much about being an adult....um...
I think that instead I shall leave you with the words of America's greatest lyricist:
May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young.
--Bob Dylan, "Forever Young"
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young.
--Bob Dylan, "Forever Young"
P.S. Thank you to everyone who wished me happy birthday! I love hearing from you guys!
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I KNEW that the lyrics would be Dylan's as soon as you mentioned "I'll leave you with some lyrics," :P.
I saw a photograph of him in a magazine and it reminded me of you; it was the same one you had as a poster at TASP.
*hugs*
I wish you could drink at 18. You can choose the president and die for your country and be sentenced to death. But you can't have a mohito?
I CAN HAVE A MOJITO AT EIGHTEEN! BWAHAHAHA!!
I think you should still do something crazy. Go ahead, buy some porn, smoke a cigar, go to a hookah bar for crying out loud!
you have to be 18 for hookah?
No, but to rent one you do
rent a hooker? Haha I find that horribly amusing.
Hookers are people too! They can only be hired! :D
Not Hooker! a hookah!
Hmm. I think I will take Gary's advice and rent a hooker. Because I have no feeling.
Aida, you and I both know that in Puerto Rico you can have a Mojito at age 15... but yeah, LEGALLY its at 18. But who cares? Lol. And I totally agree with Anthony. At 18 u can kill innocent people but you cant drown your sorrows in some tequila. That makes ALL the sense in the world... sure. Lol. AND if Sarah wants to go and rent a hooker, she can feel free to do so. We're not here to judge. Liberate yourself, roomie!
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