I’ve always described myself as a kid. A boy. This is an image I’d like to keep, but over the last few years I’ve gradually grown up and started entering adulthood. This scares me, a lot. I know this is a little early to enter a mid-life crisis, but on the other hand, is it? As I’m writing this I am eighteen (and a half) years old. This is probably one fourth of my life already. I don’t expect living till I’m over 80. One fourth of my life already passed by. Only 60 more to go.
I had a terrible time the weeks before I turned eighteen. Eighteen is the year we finally get all the rights every other human gets in Norway. It is the age that defines our adulthood. I had been looking forward to being able to buy alcohol myself, but this also reminded me that I now had to take more responsibility. It sucks.
I’ve had this feeling since I was twelve. A constant fear of growing up. I remember telling my mom that I would never want to grow up. I also said that I was never going to move out of my parents’ house, something I regret now. This emotion stayed. Last year, when I was seventeen I had a part time job selling candy in a stand. I had a good time making people of all ages happy. Now this little girl and her mom was going to pay for their bag of candy. Then the mom told the girl to “give the man the money”. Man? Where did that come from? I was only seventeen for crying out loud!
I would always make fun of adults and their conversations with old friends. There were two topics they’d always talk about. “What have you been up to lately?” and the old talk about the weather. I thought it was silly that two grown ups couldn’t talk about anything slightly more interesting than the weather. And now I suffer the same curse. Every time I meet an old acquaintance I have to suffer through the same boring conversation. I could make an adjective story out of it. “Hi, [adjective] to meet you. I’m . Still doing the same old [adjective]. The weather is [adjective] today. [adjective]bye.”
If this is how it is to grow up, I don’t want to be a part of it. My nightmare from my childhood have started to become real, and I’m trapped in it. Makes me sad.


