WorldOfIllusion

Well one of my friends had a very important ‘lets celebrate you being one year closer to dying’ days (also commonly known as a birthday). Well you see he turned 18. Now he can enjoy the privilege of being an ‘adult’ and being able to go off and buy alcohol. Also he can say get cigarettes with ease, get married (without parental consent), get a credit card, get treated like an adult when you break the law and even vote. Seems quite a bit to just dump on somebodies lap all at once - personally I liked being treated as a juvenile by the court system, I think i’ll miss that one…

You see what’s the logic of going to sleep then waking up the next day and now magically being ‘mature’ and ‘old’ enough for the bonuses of adult life? Not just the bonuses mind you but the responsibilities as well… I mean you just can’t get away with being in a kids club when your past the magical boundary of 18. Also you have to live up to everyones expectations of going wild and partying - getting drunk and driving like a maniac. I’m not talking about all of your friends but more society in general - the older range of society that is. Really wouldn’t want to disappoint those old people and force them to consider their one line curse of ‘kids these days’. I mean people might have to actually consider all of the discrimination that is immediately attached to the age range of 18-25 or so.

Believe it or not - some of us can be trusted. I know it may be hard to believe but not every single person in this age group is an idiot. Some of us are even good people.

Personally I blame the media. Yes there are some bad cases - but do you really need to blow it out of proportion - maybe its the simple idea of ’sex sells’ except they’ve made it more appropriate ’scandal sells’. Besides everyone loves having someone to blame right? ‘The roads aren’t safe cause P platers can’t drive’, or ’someone got hurt cause those damn kids had a party’. How about next time you stop to think before you go and grab the newspaper or television remote and wave it around cursing ‘those damn kids’ for making the world a worse place. Stop and question why you never see the good side? Or if you do it’s stuck in some small little hole which hardly anyone sees.

Ah well - don’t quite know why I’m complaining like this. Maybe I’m just getting old. Or maybe even the fire in my blood that’s causing me to speed and drink without control.

Or maybe I just miss the slippery slide at the kids club… Man that was fun.