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graduated college. I have dropped out twice. They are making tens of thousand's of dollars more than I do. They drive the nice cars'; go to Caribbean islands for vacation. They are the "adults", the ones that have it together right? Wrong. Anyone my age has technically been an adult for at least 5 years. Even the smartest, richest, most mature person on the planet will do something from time to time so irrational that an 8 year old would think twice about it. We have made our own decisions, promises, and mistakes. People will hate us, love us, and ignore us. Our names are on everything from a nameplate on the CEO's desk, to the shirt of a middle class mechanic, or to the receipt from a restaurants drive thru.

I am an adult. I think I realize that for a number of reasons. If I am trying to escape anything, it must be the neutral thing.
I'm not at all comfortable feeling neutral. It is a place I've never been but I mention things getting better. For the past couple months I didn't think anything could get better, and that was my problem. All of a sudden, a few paragraphs ago, I see a bit of optimism shine through. The only thing that saved me from these situations when I was a kid was that boyish optimism.

No, no, maybe I am not an adult and I'm ok with that.
"Adult" is just a word. A noun meaning "mature" or, "not a child", or something like that. A word you see on liquor bottles and strip clubs. On car rental applications and permission slips. That is mostly what they created the word for anyways, to separate people into age groups. I've seen that same 8 year old kid act more "adult" than our presidents the last ten years.
The word means nothing to me.

I am content, I am happy, a leader, a follower, a friend, a person, I am me. I may not have what I want, but if I truly need it or deserve it, it will come to me. I used to dream of millions, of my name in the record books, or my name being on that CEO nameplate. If it happens it happens but I'm not gonna kill myself if it doesn't. The mechanic, with his name on his shirt, he's my dad; One of the most influential people in my life, and my hero. He's had that job for 30 years. Sure, he wanted more, maybe his name on the side of a race car, or at least to be a mechanic behind the scenes making all that money. But he didn't, and so far has not complained about it.
He supported a wife, a family, and made me who I am.

Oh, and that drive thru receipt, my names on that. "3 bucks is your change, come back and see us".
I've

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