i was thinking about the previous post “I’m Not An Adult and Here’s Why” and can’t stop laughing. guess that’s because it caused me to remember myself in my twenties and some of the silly things, thoughts, actions, that go along with the whole mess of young adulthood. the post also forced me to think about myself now, at 50. you know what? i wouldn’t change a thing! once you reach adulthood( i can’t pinpoint the exact date that it happened to me but i think it had something to do with paying credit card balances in full instead of the monthly minimum payment) you just don’t care anymore! wait a minute you say…isn’t that the job of the youth? not to care…to be footloose and fancy free. sure it is. but adulthood conditions you to get all of the important stuff finished on time, when it’s due, and still not give a rat’s ass about any of it! like paying taxes…ugh! i hate taxation. government takes too much and does too little. but this is where voting comes in. i have to admit that i have voted since i was 18. my reasoning for this is because i like to bitch, moan, and complain. feeling the way i do it didn’t seem right not to vote but complain about who was in office. no no no. i want a stake in that action! and finally, adulthood clarifies what was really important all along. you do know what it is in your youth too but like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz you need to get hit over the head with a window to have it sink in. faith, family and friends. that’s all that really matters and that is all that ever will.