I find myself hesitating to get up, just because getting out of bed means that something has to be done. Food made. Shower taken. Responsibilities addressed.
This may be day one of publicating (yeah i said publicating) my thoughts on the internet, but it is not day one of adulthood. Who qualifies as an adult anyway?? The government says anyone over the age of 18, while many who fall under that age limit are more qualified than even those who ran the BIG 3 into the ground. Madoff=adult...not so certain.
I make objections to many things that have certain definitions. Nothing but "death and taxes," right?
I had a little experience just last week in a hospital while waiting to get an injection. A woman, whom was certainly in her 40s, I want to believe mid 40s, comes in with her 3 young children. One of these children had Down's Syndrome, and was no older than 5 years of age. If my math and guestamations are accurate, the mother probably had this child at...or near the age of 40. This meaning she had this child at a time when the offspring would be scientifically 300% more likely to have a genetic or developmental disability.
The slight selfishness allows me to view this decision as a combatant to the general definition of adult. Aren't adults supposed to be those who have well thought out decisions?? ...those who take into consideration as many consequences of their choices as possibly??
I'm not saying I'm an adult...but I am saying I can't say anyone else is either.
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