Thoughts at 12:17am

I am going to be 21 in 2 months and 26 days.  How weird is that?  Can you believe it?  I can't.  Sometimes I feel like life is just flying by.  It literally feels like just yesterday when I was drawing unicorns in chalk on my driveway with my friend Anna and then pretending to ride them around the backyard. (I had a weird childhood.)  Anyway, sometimes when I stay up to late, I start thinking, and then I get all nostalgic about my childhood and how it is basically coming to an end.  I am truly entering young adulthood.  I mean, technically I did last year... but whatever.  I'm still in transition.  You would think they would have some sort of ceremony, or a class, or something.  But no.  They just throw you in head first.  Like learning how to jump off the diving board. And then suddenly, people start treating you differently.  It is like the moment you first hear your mom say a cuss word.  And everything you once thought was true seems like a lie.  And you start questioning everything you have ever learned.  Is the sky really blue?  Does a giant, scary bird really drop babies off on the front porch?  Does it really only take three licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop?  That is how it feels to enter "young adulthood."  All of the sudden, people stop looking at you as some crazy kid, and just assume you do adult things.  And you get the whole, I am not going to treat you like a kid but there is still no way I am giving you the respect of someone who is an adult thing.  And then, people start asking you if you have any kids.  I mean I get it.  Teen Mom didn't become a popular show for no reason.  It is out there.  But they are asking me as if I am of age to have been married for a while with toddlers running around at home.  NO!  I am a young adult.  Key word being young.  I don't even have a boyfriend.  (If you have any young, single, attractive friends with desirable traits, send them this way!  Although I am still holding out for a Tom Felton or an Andrew Garfield...)  Anyway, this random late night rant desperately needs to come to an end.  So here it is, my completely un-creative conclusion to this random, probably totally uninteresting topic.  Transitions = Not fun.