As most of you know, I'm 18...but, as of next week, I'll be 19. Go me, I'm getting older. Still, it's an odd feeling. I like being 18 a lot, despite the fact that I still have limitations (which won't go completely away till I'm 21). Being 19, thus far, doesn't strike me in any particular way. It doesn't stand out. I'm just one year away from being the 2-0. Actually, being 19 would make it the tenth anniversary of a particular point in life that I still struggle to come to terms with. Other than that, I'm not really sure how to feel.
Hmm...maybe on one side I'll feel slightly more mature, like I'm taking a step in the right direction. This may or may not hold up to be true, considering how extremely immature I can be at times. As they say, age is just a number, and it's true. If we lived on some planet that had no gravity, we'd never physically age. We just age because of gravity. We also age because of a lot of other biological reasons, but shush, don't spoil my lil theory here. Right at this moment, getting older has me slightly apprehensive, but at the same time, I don't really mind the thought. I get the feeling I'll live a long life, so I don't see why getting old should bother me. It'll happen anyway.
Anyway, I'll be 19, still young enough to act as stupid as I want, and old enough to have responsibilities, and that's more than enough. When it actually is my birthday, I might rant a little more, supposing I have nothing to do that day (because I usually end up celebrating my birthday before or after the actual day).