"What's in an [age]..."

...That which we call a rose. By any other [age] would smell as sweet."

Clearly lacking sufficient wordage [at least wordage with grandeur, passion, and poise] Shakespeare seemed the appropriate decision for this odd entry. Either way, I've been stewing over the whole concept of age for quite some time now. In reality, at the ripe old age of twenty-two, I am considered a young adult. According to Google, this is what I can expect as a "young adult":

-young (adj): having lived or existed for only a short time
-adult (n): a person who is fully grown or developed

Combining the two --ironically different-- definitions, as a young adult one is expected to be fully grown or developed in only a short period of time. Here's where the stewing begins: how can I, childishly rotten and oh-so-inappropriate, be considered a young adult? I'll describe my lifestyle and self to you in order to gain the full potted mess we're working with here. Brace yourself.

Stephanie Ann, at the age of twenty-two still: sleeps with a stuffed animal (two if we're being honest); occasionally falls victim to a bout of grumpiness and speaks in a childish tongue (favorite word: NO); has an alien backpack (it is sooo balla); wears ribbons and bows in her hair; reads teen novels (only the ones about vampires, duh); completely believes showering is a waste of time (hit the pool, choncho); "refuses" to do daily activities, such as: "I refuse to wash laundry. I refuse to brush my teeth. I refuse to shower..."; listens to Disney music; absolutely NEEDS her mother when sick; abuses the phrase, "that's what she saidddd!"; and plenty, plenty more.

Clearly, I'm not the most adult-like. But, that's the way I like it. I'm pretty childish, yes. But, that too, is the way I like it. Really, what it boils down to is: when will I truly grow up? And if growing up is the answer, what is considered adult? Never will a day come where I'm toting around a briefcase laden with high-tech Apple products, stylish fountain pens, and...crap, I don't even know what else would be in a big girl briefcase, but I guarantee you, I won't have it!! I like my fuzzy butterfly pen that very inconveniently never fits in a pocket. I like my alien backpack! False, I LOVE my alien backpack!! And quite coincidentally, I love this childish life I'm living.

Someday though, I'm going to have to grow up. I'm going to have to stop bumming money from family members. I'm going to have to realize I have more responsibilities than just feeding the dogs. I'm going to have to get a job and come to the realization that "professional bum" isn't actually a career. And most importantly, I'm going to have to do it soon. Poopey. :[

In ending, this is rather difficult to swallow...

THAT'S WHAT SHE SAIDDDD!! EHHHHH!