An Adult?

I know I haven't written in a long time, and I know that I should. It's just that I can't write when I'm not inspired by something. Usually I can't pull something out of thin air and just work with it to make it fantastic, I have to be passionate about it. I'll work on it though. I don't live a boring life, I live a seventeen year-old life. Writing about being a girl, going to school, and day-to-day life is more difficult than I expected. I just want what I write to be perfect, and interesting.

It's hard to think and even believe next year I'll be eighteen. How do you consider yourself an adult? I think I've been more mature than most kids my age since I was about in grade six. Maybe it was because I was brought up as an only child... I was always with my parents, and when I didn't have friends over I was by myself kind of lost in my thoughts. Maybe it was because I was brought up with manners... I've always been told to say please and thank-you. I've been eating with a knife and fork since I could practically hold utensils. Making sure to be polite when you meet adults. Maybe it was because I enjoy school... Whether or not I like to admit it, I do enjoy school. I like to learn, and experience new things. My mom always told me to ask when I didn't understand something. I've always loathed math and science, but I always pushed through them. I strived in English and any arts. Perhaps it was a creative mind that developed a sense of self before most? Maybe it was because I've learned through experience... I've always learned from my mistakes. I don't care if I fit in with the crowed or not. It's not like I'm living for someone else besides me, and what makes me happy should only matter to people who honestly care.

Being an adult seems so, official. Like my childhood will be deemed as yesterday, and I'll have some sort of standard to uphold. I don't want my life to revolve around my career and money, as it seems so many "adult" lives are consumed by. I want to be able to have happiness and fun, without the stress aging seems to cause. I don't know a thing about mortgages, loans, taxes; it's all gibberish to me. I'm scared that I'll be pushed into something I'm not ready for. I'll be overwhelmed with nonsense and life I won't want to deal with. I'll wonder where the time went and begin to say old sayings like, "When I was your age" or "back in the day".

Turning eighteen, I'll be allowed to vote. I can be charged as an adult for a crime (not that I would). I can buy cigarettes (again not that I would). I can enlist in the military, but it's not exactly my forte. I can buy porn, but probably wouldn't. My medical information doesn't have to be looked at by anyone but myself. I can own a credit card. I can live on my own, which is a scary thought but I'm also looking forward to it. I can get a tattoo without parental consent, which is cool cause I plan on getting more.

Next year I'll be graduating high school; also, a scary thought. It seems I was just in grade nine and was nervous looking up at all the big kids. Now I'm looking into Universities and thinking about scholarships and bursaries. It's like life slapped me across the face and was like, this is what you're doing with your life, you're not a little kid anymore. Thinking about the career you want, and what you're going to do with your life is the weirdest thing. It's like my present is always working for the future; even though I'm uncertain of what it will hold. Daddy and mommy's little girl is imminently becoming a year older, which makes me an "adult".