The thing about growing up is that it is no big deal. Actually, it becomes no big deal. Everything that happens in life, all the events that you have pictured for so long are surprisingly normal when it eventually happens. Graduating highschool, being able to wear whatever you fancy, having a job. Everything that seemed like such a big step when you were a child, that were so monumental becomes mundane. There is no thrill, no excitement. There isn't that feeling of something new. I guess that's what people miss about being a child- the wonder, the discovery.
This isn't some rant about how growing up sucks. Growing up isn't good or bad, it's just inevitable. Sometimes it feels like a loss. Nothing surprises you anymore. I feel so blase about everything. I have emotions sure, but nothing is a shock anymore. You can tell me something and I doubt I'd be horrified. I feel like I've heard all the horrible things there are to hear. People do shitty things to one another, that's just something you have to be prepared for.
It's not all bad though, this isn't a John Hughes movie. Obviously growing up has its moments. The freedom, the ability to be inspired and to think. To go out and to be independent. Sometimes it's hard to remember that though.
Just a thought. A slightly depressing, melancholy thought.
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