Label

I hate that person who goes around saying “I don’t like to label myself,” because whenever I think it I hear it being said in a terribly obnoxious voice. But unfortunately, I am that person, and I really hate labels.  Continue reading

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Age-Old Questions

“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?

As someone who has only lived on this earth for less than twenty years, it’s hard not to think about age. Every single year brings about changes to myself and my surroundings.

I spent a lot of time growing up wishing I were already grown up. I hear it’s a common problem. When I was 12, I wanted to be 13 so I could watch PG-13 movies like a big kid. When I was 15, I wanted to be 16 so I could volunteer at the SPCA and play with puppies all day. When I was 17, I wanted to be 18 so I could have legal independence.

When I was 13, I stopped caring about watching those movies, and all I wanted was to be 14. When I was 16, I found out I was allergic to cats and wouldn’t be able to spend much time in the SPCA, so I waited for my 17th birthday. When I turned 18, I found out that legal independence means nothing to my parents and that I will forever be their baby girl. And despite all of this, I, like so many of my peers, cannot wait until I turn 21. It’s an incurable disease.  Continue reading