Ancient Culmination

I am currently 21 years old.



I will have no more 'coming of age' birthdays.



I have come of age.



I am of age.



Of age to do what exactly? To be what exactly?

It may seem to you dear readers that 21 isn't actually very old at all. If I live to the average life expectancy in the UK then I'm only just over a quarter of the way to my deathbed. Not much really.
But in my opinion it's completely relative.

If I'm acting like a 8 year old then 21 is fucking ancient. As I am feeling around about now.

I try to grow up. I do.
I try to do things that adults do, like have some wine whilst making dinner, or organise all my paperwork into separate draws in my desk.
I still feel immature though.

I still haven't got it together. Whatever 'it' is.




But then I look at people even older than me and see that they haven't got 'it' together either and it gives me a little comfort.


There isn't anything to get together is there?

Life is just a massive struggle to keep everything from falling apart at its seams.

And it's time for me to get stitching I guess.