So I’ve Come to a Startling Conclusion

I’m a 15 year old stuck in a 20 year old’s body. This is problematic (and a tiny bit pathetic) because in two months I will turn 21- America’s cultural “coming of age” because one is able to buy alcohol and go to bars and, if one lives in Washington (which I do), buy/ smoke small amounts of recreational weed. I find that being a 15 year old stuck in a 21 year old’s body so much more pathetic because of the fact that not only have I “come of age” in my country, but I can’t pretend to be a teenager anymore. You see, 20 is a weird transitional age that no one takes seriously. I mean,come on, it’s between 19 and 21, which makes it the suckiest age in the entire numberly world. I can’t say that 20 was an exciting age. Sure, I got my own apartment, started working at two jobs, and found myself confident enough to start dating strangers (recently), but I can honestly say that 20 was blah. With my luck, 21 will be just as blah.


Author: Brittney

A girl who lives in books, loves in songs, wallows in self-doubt, demands equality, and consumes copious amounts of coffee, while fighting the patriarchy.

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