Do you remember being 18?
Are you 18?
18 is a big year, so says everyone.
Why is it a big year? I’m a few months in, and I’m still not sure of the answer.
When I say I’m 18, I hear all the hidden words in the number.
“I have potential”
“Give me ten years, and I’ll really be a good person”
“I’m inexperienced now, but you just wait until my next birthday”
I tell potential employers that I’m 18, and assure them that it is an advantage.
They look at me, maybe touched by my enthusiasm and say “OK, but come back in a few years”
I won’t be 18 in a few years.
I’ll be older.
I’ll be distant.
I’ll be “experienced” in the way that I’ll know what not to say.
I don’t see that as an advantage.
Why do I have to spend my life waiting for someone to take me seriously?
What is the point of years 1-20 if no one expects you to do anything well?
I’m an 18 year old and I started a blog.
But people are hesitant to take it seriously- I’m only 18.
So in five years when I have the same material as every other blog, that’s when I will become a person. That’s when I will be a writer. With enough years under my belt, that’s when I can call myself an author without laughter being heard.
A book I write now is a fun project, in ten years it’s a masterpiece.
Is life meant to be spent waiting for the next part?
Youth is a strength, youth is an advantage, and I’ll never have it again.
Don’t the young people deserve a voice?
A voice that adults care to listen to?
If you are reading this, kudos to you.
You are reading an 18 year olds blog.
I am angry because I am 18 and I can be more than what other people see in me.
I am 18, and I am angry, and therefore I’ll do something great.
Because youth takes advantage, and 18 year olds don’t wait.