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I only have less than 24 hours left before I finally leave adolesence behind and become a full-fledged adult. Time to leave those childish thoughts behind and be all business with everything. Funny thing is that the industry I’m in dwells on the spending power of the youth and those who possess enough youth to still feel energetic enough to partake in reckless abandon known to you and me as “clubbing.”
Admittedly I’m a newbie to this thing, given that before (and to a certain extent, until now) my parents were very protective of me. The mere idea that my work is mainly during the night didn’t jive well on the get-go. To them, I’m pretty much their little boy, although I’m no longer little and I’m not exactly “one of the boys.” Perhaps when I turn 21, they’d probably loosen up a wee bit more. The fact that I have been working in a club for almost 4 months just goes to show the great lengths they have already toned down on the strictness knob.
If anything though, the thought of me turning 21 both scares me and excites me. It scares me because it just means I’m not getting any younger and that given the very nocturnal nature and the tremendous amount of stress associated with my profession, it will take a toll on my physical being. Despite the fact that I work in an industry where leisure and relaxation are the buzzwords, my job requires a pretty hefty amount of elbow grease. I literally burn the midnight oil and I work for my right to do the Dougie on an almost-nightly basis.
Turning 21 excites me because people would (hopefully) start taking me seriously since I am technically and legally (well, American standards-wise at least) an adult. I’m also looking forward to trying out the dating pool. Like I said, I’m a late bloomer and dating is one of those things I never really wrapped my head around because it seems other matters manage to upstage the human need to relate with others on a romantic level. In short, this will be the time I’ll officially start living.
In retrospect, I think I have lived my life to the beat of my own drum, a bit slow and steady if you will. I may not have the same tempo or volume as others but I think it turned out for the better. I think I may have retained my childhood traits, particularly obedience. I never really rebelled as a teenager as most of my generation have. I never really consciously sought for a relationship (I rarely flirt and I never go out) like most people do. I think now more than ever, I’m ready to pursue life with vigor and direction. I think that’s evident in the fact that the past week has been difficult but never has it crossed my mind to throw in the towel. I guess you can say being a late bloomer isn’t so bad after all.
