Education is not my point.
So I'll get back to getting to it.
The graduation milestone is littered with comments like "Here comes the real world," or "Now it's time for real life," or "You're starting a new chapter of your life," or "You're not a kid anymore," et cetera.
The Real stuff. I guess that all 18 years and 5 months haven't been life, they've been... I don't know. Surreal life? In the imaginary world?
Well the Real World was anxious to meet me I suppose. Today gave me a brand new list of experiences-- fingers I would have to put down if someone brought these up while playing I Have Never.
- I got home past 5 am.
- I signed legal documents without being called a "minor".
- I had a breathalyzer test.
- I had a medical professional inform me that I was not drunk.
- I gave a urine sample.
- I signed a form for tax purposes.
- I listened to traffic reports on the radio... By choice... For my own benefit.
There are more that I'm forgetting, I'm sure.
To dispel any worry, I was not in trouble. Most of the new experiences were donated by participation in a medical study.
If this is day one of Real Life, I nervously look forward to the days to come.
It's life. It happens. Hopefully life doesn't happen at you, or to you, but with you, or for you. ... I guess best of all would be if your life happened because of you.
It's late. I need to put these thoughts to bed.