Lately I’ve had several conversations with friends about how they should celebrate their 21st. I am also turning 21 this year and while it still can’t really get my head around it all, I’m not nearly as freaked out as I was last year before I turned 20
Last year a I worked in Sydney for a bit just to earn some extra cash and try my hand in an industry I’d never worked in before. At the time I wrote the following piece about age and being an “adult”…
But whilst I was doing some work experince in Sydney I discovered that maybe turning 20 doesn’t really make you an adult and it definately doesn’t mean you are mature. It occured to me because of this coversation,
Girl: so how old are you?
Girl: Oooh I though you were a young one!
Me: (surprised) well how old are you?
WHAT?? Sorry, I’m a young one becuase I’m 6 months younger than you? For serious, do you honestly feel older than me?
As I got to know this girl I find that she was actually one of the most immature people I had come across. It was almost as if she was determined to assert herself as and adult but still had a primary-school girl mentaliy. In many instances with her she spoke to me like I was 12 and basicly liked to assert that because she was that little bit older than me she was the boss.
It was infuriating, but I held my tounge.
Of course when I got home I left me furstration free by whinging to my mum. She suggested that maybe this girl has self esteem issues. It seemed apt. This girl was very concered with her appearence and even confided with me that she was very insecure about the tiny barely visable blemishes on her shoulders, she was distressed by the fact that she was working as a receptionist and was unsure if she’d be able to progress in her job and he relationship was falling apart. At the times when I got fustrated with her I forgot this stuff, not that it excuses her behaviour but she was just unsure of herself.
It’s not unbelievale to suggest that she felt the need to assert power over me because she felt like she couldn’t control any other parts of her life.