Many of my friends are adults.
In the past I’ve had my phases of psuedo-maturity, but in the past year and a half I've generally felt like an awkward teenager most of the time.
I have an unreasonable distrust of the "adult" world, like "they" are trying to fool me with tempting promises of "the good life." All I have to do is assimilate.
Some of my buddies have unknowingly succumbed to the easy path of lazy adulthood. Thirties in their twenties. Starbucks and The Gap. Scoping out ass-condos. Salad for dinner. A glass of red wine and asleep by midnight. There is no resistance. Their mid-life crisis will take them by surprise, but they’ll again be crushed by their self-imposed responsibilities. The crisis will pass, and their golden years will be a misty look back at aborted youth.
Others buddies grasp for a pre-packaged ideal of yuppie decadence. Bars, broads and ballgames. Suddenly concerned with social expectations. Doing the cool thing. What we should be doing. Imagining youthful rebellion while participating in mass consumerism. Seeking the admiration of those who used to call you loser. Finally the money and independence to re-create yourself in their image. New leather jacket and cel phone. You fucking sell-outs.
Of course, all of us are victims to both methods of homogenization. But am I the only one who cares? Does maturity go hand-in-hand with smooth edges?