Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Paramore - Misery Business

Are you still afraid of the Dark?

This is because I am. Actually I think the bigger question is why am I so scared of growing up? Actually what defines a grown up or an adult? 1000 years ago we had rights of passage, new body piercings or tattoos, gifts, fire, partying and dancing. These things are lost from modern society. I think I’ve documented this somewhere in previous journal entries. The recent thought that I may not be as “grown up” as I could be does need to be thought out and considered. Maybe the biggest question vexing me at the moment is what makes an adult. Is it someone who holds down a job, are you magically an adult when the law decides your an adult. What is the magic point at which you are an adult?

I suppose my next question is do I need to be an adult? I know my present relationship would dictate an unequivocal yes. Of course right now I look somewhere between 18 and 21. Actually have a look at the picture below. Do we both look a very similar age? If we do it would be very disturbing the age difference is almost exactly 10 years give or take a few months.

The questions regarding adulthood and my position within society are probably going to circulate for a few more days to come. I can only hope for an epiphany either that or maybe I need to go grab a coming of age tattoo as a right of passage and get with the partying, the fire and the drums. Hey throw in the sex as well and I’d say we have one hell of a good time.