shhh.

So I turned 18 on September 21. I think being 18 is less about buying cigarettes, cough syrup, and porn, and more about being able to look adult problems in the eye and not cringing.

I think being 18 is about realizing that I need to get over myself.

I think being 18 is about stopping worrying about those social rules that society lays before me. I feel like I can say what I want, ignore who I want, and stop laughing at stupid jokes that aren’t even funny. What will they do? Tell my mom?

I think being 18 is about appreciating art, politics, and the feelings behind them.

I think being 18 is about thinking of myself as equal and not beneath.

I think being 18 is about not hiding the bad days, the bad thoughts, the bad things.

I think being 18 is about being above what other people think about where I put my attention.

I think being 18 is about accepting the thoughts that I have and not pushing them away, because really, there’s probably a good reason that I had those thoughts in the first place.

I think being 18 is about not being embarressed about being interested in the naked barbie pictures on the walls of the local café, buying candles with alcoholic names, talking about sexual feelings, or thinking that medical marijuana should be legalized.

But mostly, I think being 18 is about thinking for myself because, well, I’m an adult now and so my opinion counts just as much as any other adult’s opinion.

posted: 07 September 22
under: Life, Opinions, Photography