Being an adult is overrated
I’ve finally turned 18, and by definition of the Australian government, I’m officially an adult.
It’s at this point that I’ve come to the conclusion that you don’t really “grow up”. Yes, you are accountable for your actions and responsible for yourself, but really the only difference is now I have to do a lot of paperwork and balance a bank account.
The good things:
- I can stay out as late as I like
- I can go to concerts
- I can go to bars and clubs
- I can drink
- I can vote
- I can get a boosted ego when I’m guardian of my underage friends at gold class cinemas
- I get payments for going to uni
The bad things:
- I have to get my sorry sleep-deprived-self home on long public transport trips because I don’t live near anything remotely interesting
- I have to manage my diabetes pretty much alone
- I can drink but my diabetes really doesn’t like that
- I can drink but my brain doesn’t really like that
- I have to talk to inadequate governmental agencies who think that diabetes goes away when you turn 18 and get your university wrong on your payment statements
- I don’t get as much money for my diabetes supplies because the government is stupid
- I have to organise my own disability provisions (though I’ve being doing that for a while anyway)
- I have to find work or I won’t have money
- Everything is expensive
- Those uni payments don’t cover anything
- Everyone expects you to know what you’re doing
And there’s none of this fabled wisdom that comes with being an adult, this adult thing is overrated.