On adulthood
It usually works like this: You’re a senior in high school, and it’s the eve of your 18th birthday. You sit on your bed and contemplate the vague, nebulous concept of adulthood for a little while, usually in the form of “Oh no, if I decide to rob a bank now I’m completely responsible for my actions, oh god oh god oh god.” After midnight strikes, you might dive right into contemplating your newfound rights. Oh the traguses you’ll pierce and the infinity signs you’ll finally tattoo.