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To help the reader through this pointless and tedious post, it is suggested that the following rant be read in the voice of Morgan Freeman. Here is a picture of him to help you get started.

Welcome back me, to the world of the internet. After being so deprived of the web for the past few days, being able to Google something is a real treat. But that isn’t what I am here to talk about today.

In a day or two I will be returning to college. And a day or two after that, I will be turning 21. Now just thinking those things feels odd to me. Especially sitting here in my Adventure Time t-shirt.

And that is the exact issue I am dealing with. I don’t feel 21, or like a college student. I certainly don’t act like one either. I’m wondering when maturity is going to kick in. Last night I went to my old elementary school playground (which is pretty awesome by the way) and I played a game of assassins with a group of friends. We dueled with Nerf swords and tried to kill each other off. This does not seem like appropriate adult behavior.

In just a few days I will be able to purchase alcohol. Not that I care or have to cash to do so, but it is the ability to do so that is shaking me up. I’m supposed to be a “mature and sensible” individual by now and no person close to me would ever use those words to describe me. Which I find worrisome.

But the bigger issue is that I don’t care. I know what I am supposed to be doing but I don’t really want to. I like how I act and will continue to do so for as long as I can. And that also worries me. (By now you should realize that I am not making any sense.) I worry that I don’t worry about the things that I should be worried about, because I don’t think I need to worry about them. (If you understood that sentence you get a gold star.)

I really don’t know why I am bothering anyone with this absolutely pointless bullshit, but we have a special category for it, so I figured I make use. Thanks for reading!

-Colonel Narwhal