Leapin' into adulthood.
So yesterday, I finally hit the age of 21.
And when comparing that age with other things apart from your average human or turtle, that's a long time.
I have finally earned the right of being paid as an adult (which has been annoying me for ages since I turned 18 - you can get a loan, go to jail, but you can't earn an adult wage - wtf?) and drink in any country in the world (though not a huge highlight for me personally). It seems, however, people around me are automatically assuming that going into this age means marriage and babies aren't far away.
Whilst marriage is a thing that has been discussed between Oliver and I (especially since poor Oliver has to put up with the nagging at work) its not something we are generally fussed about. Children on the other hand....not something I am thinking about for a while. Besides, the world is over populated, so I am just doing my part if the time never comes. It's this society ritual, the plan everyone goes by, still after so long that fascinates me. I have no problem with the rather large number of people I know that have either had babies or gotten married already. It's just when people don't want to understand my view on the matter, or think Oliver or I are strange. We've always done things differently though.
Life doesn't have a rule book. That's my motto. Put religion into this matter and that's a whole different kettle of fish. But it really is up to us. There is no reason I have to follow this set procedure. As far as I am concerned, Oliver and I pretty much live and work like a married couple - we just don't share taxes or have the same surname. That is all it is to me at the moment. But it seems to prove anything, people think we should be engaged or married. And the funny thing is, when I think on this, the thought of my parents knowing I might be getting married makes me giggle. I still feel like they don't take us all that seriously still, after so many years. But they are just weird anyway.
So really, at the moment my brain is kick-starting into the proper adult mode that society plonks onto us, and once again questioning the characteristics of an adult.
Regardless of my age now, I still look underage. Go me.
And when comparing that age with other things apart from your average human or turtle, that's a long time.
I have finally earned the right of being paid as an adult (which has been annoying me for ages since I turned 18 - you can get a loan, go to jail, but you can't earn an adult wage - wtf?) and drink in any country in the world (though not a huge highlight for me personally). It seems, however, people around me are automatically assuming that going into this age means marriage and babies aren't far away.
Whilst marriage is a thing that has been discussed between Oliver and I (especially since poor Oliver has to put up with the nagging at work) its not something we are generally fussed about. Children on the other hand....not something I am thinking about for a while. Besides, the world is over populated, so I am just doing my part if the time never comes. It's this society ritual, the plan everyone goes by, still after so long that fascinates me. I have no problem with the rather large number of people I know that have either had babies or gotten married already. It's just when people don't want to understand my view on the matter, or think Oliver or I are strange. We've always done things differently though.
Life doesn't have a rule book. That's my motto. Put religion into this matter and that's a whole different kettle of fish. But it really is up to us. There is no reason I have to follow this set procedure. As far as I am concerned, Oliver and I pretty much live and work like a married couple - we just don't share taxes or have the same surname. That is all it is to me at the moment. But it seems to prove anything, people think we should be engaged or married. And the funny thing is, when I think on this, the thought of my parents knowing I might be getting married makes me giggle. I still feel like they don't take us all that seriously still, after so many years. But they are just weird anyway.
So really, at the moment my brain is kick-starting into the proper adult mode that society plonks onto us, and once again questioning the characteristics of an adult.
Regardless of my age now, I still look underage. Go me.