Eighteen

I turned 18 today. Not much happened. I woke up at 10, learned a couple riffs, played a couple games of chess, went to the gym, ate, ran, and hung out with a friend. I really wasn't expecting to feel any different, but the little change I expected to happen didn't. Maybe its because I didn't do anything BA and go to a strip club or smoke a pack of cigarettes, but the 18th birthday thing seemed like another faux-momentous moments, like senior year, high school graduation, and a few other things that have brought me slightly closer to adulthood. All of these things seemed like they were just things that were done, things that didn't change much; you just do it and then move on. I'm really hoping college won't be like this, because I'm really looking forward to being less of a pretend person.