I finally want to grow up.
Now, everyone gets this odd childish urge to move out and break away, sure. But I really think that I'm done with this portion of my life. It was a good sixteen years, give or take, and it was all in all pretty epic. Technically, it was a mindboggling lack of epic, but one epic in a sense to me. Alright, epic's not the word for it. Just that it was my life and it's epic if I want it to have been.
It's not like each part of my life is to be completely independent of the others. I don't want to forget my growing up, ever. I just feel...well, all grown up now. Ready to say, "Here I am. Sick of being treated like a teenager while not taking all the teenage liberties, sick of pointless little social obligations and jealousy, sick of not having enough to be truly sick of. Ready to learn words like tryst, importune, and pragmatic."
Alas--a year and a half left to go. Then it's time to believe my life is going to change, but have it really not change at all.
Now, let's all pray for dogma.
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