Eighteen Ain’t What it Used to Be

Sorry kid, but you are a little late to the party.

We’d tell you what an adult does, but look around (or at least on YouTube)... most of us don’t know how they act either.

There was a time, not so long ago, when turning eighteen was a big deal. That was when your free and formal education ended, and it was time to get to work.

Eighteen used to be when you registered to vote, and for the draft, and when you moved out of the house to start a life of your own, but no one bothers much with such trivial things anymore.

Back when I turned eighteen it meant you were now able to buy yourself a cold beer, but we don’t trust you with that anymore either, kiddo. Heck, just look at how your college friends behave with a little booze and try to imagine what it would look like if we were to cut you all loose at once! Holy Kappa Alpha!

So just settle down, Peter Pan. There is nothing to get worked up over. Grab yourself a Pop-tart and the video game controller. You can take the next five to seven years to figure out just what you want to study (don’t worry, you can always default on those student loans), then you’ll have two or three more years at home in the basement, so you have at least ten, maybe even twelve more years until you need to grow up? Sweet!

Mom... have you seen my socks?