The legal age. The indication that you are now, officially
an ‘adult’. Twenty-one.
When I was younger there was always this fuss about being
‘legal 21’. I imagined it to be a time where I would be strong, focused and
independent. Maybe having a job even? But truth be told, I still feel like that
lost and confused 16 year old girl I was five years ago. How can that not
change? I mean like its five years gone already.
I don’t have a job. I am still studying my ass off. My parents
nagging doesn’t seem to cease. I am not sure about my career. I can spend the
whole afternoon just watching television and sleeping. How will I ever be
successful?
Now that I am in my twenties, I feel like whatever comes my
way I should be able to handle it. Be it being away from my family, heart
breaks, facing life changing decisions or anything at all. I mean by now I should
have the maturity, wisdom and the ability to take things in stride right? No,
it’s not that simple. Reality check! Cuss well, it’s like tensions, stress and
decisions on a whole new level. There are numerous moments where I have no idea
which way to go. And then there is added pressure cuss if by any chance, I go
the wrong direction, I’ll be lucky if I’m pardoned. Well I am no longer that
minor who will be excused easily, am I?
Sigh! So much for looking forward to being 21. It gave me
nothing but confusion and self doubt which eventually led to… hair loss.
