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We talk, often enough, about not growing up partially because we don't want to, partially because we know we have to and we're scared because we haven't. We look at the kids (if we can still call them kids) a year, two years older than us and say, **** And all I ever say is **** really, because I haven't grown up and that's not a bad thing if you don't mind reading poetry by a sailor. We get jobs, and say we earn a living finally, but movies the odd time and fast food some days isn't exactly a life. Our parents still have to pick us up from parties when we're drunk (because adults do it) and we feel older because we can almost (almost) handle the taste of alcohol. We're in this phase (phase is the adult word, see, progress) where we give a **** (I mean genuinely care) about how adults look at us but the important question is why are they always looking at us? Do they think they're looking in a mirror, and all they can say is **** And all they can say is **** really, because they wish they didn't grow up, and how it's a bad thing, because they know bigger (more sophisticated) words, yet they still talk like sailors; but it's not too bad a thing because they have this word, “phase”, and they know it's just one of those, whatever the **** that means.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
Growing Up.
We talk, often enough, about not growing up partially because we don't want to, partially because we know we have to and we're scared because we haven't. We look at the kids (if we can still call them kids) a year, two years older than us and say, **** And all I ever say is **** really, because I haven't grown up and that's not a bad thing if you don't mind reading poetry by a sailor. We get jobs, and say we earn a living finally, but movies the odd time and fast food some days isn't exactly a life. Our parents still have to pick us up from parties when we're drunk (because adults do it) and we feel older because we can almost (almost) handle the taste of alcohol. We're in this phase (phase is the adult word, see, progress) where we give a **** (I mean genuinely care) about how adults look at us but the important question is why are they always looking at us? Do they think they're looking in a mirror, and all they can say is **** And all they can say is **** really, because they wish they didn't grow up, and how it's a bad thing, because they know bigger (more sophisticated) words, yet they still talk like sailors; but it's not too bad a thing because they have this word, “phase”, and they know it's just one of those, whatever the **** that means.
An 18 year-old's idea of trying to feel like an adult.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
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