Gone!: Does it really matter?

Having been painfully and cruelly reminded of the fact that I am not 18 time and time again today, it really made me so amazed that I am actually this young. The experiences which I been through seriously does not reflect my age at all and it is just so frustrating when people undermine your capabilities just because they think you are not capable enough to handle it as you are not 18. Why is 18 a defining chapter in your life whereby you are 'old' enough to gain exclusive privileges such as drinking and smoking? Why not 16? Why is it that people are judged on their age to reflect their mental maturity and capabilities but not through the experiences that shape them?

Looking back, I had never viewed myself as a 'kid' or a 'teenager.' Instead, I constantly use the term 'young adult' and 'lady' whenever I reflected upon my age. Perhaps it is just that I experience and know things that others who are deemed as 'minors' don't. Which makes it so hard for me to 'socialize' and understand the concept of 'being together with people the same age as you' instead of 'being so close to your older friends' which what my mum loves to remind me about. I would probably admit that the people that I am closest to and trust the most would mostly be in their late twenties to fifties and I only have a countable number of friends who are around the same age as me whom I can trust. I don't trust people easily but I do feel more at ease with an older crowd.

Lets put it this way. I am sure none of you guys who are below 20 and are reading this wants to discuss with me on how Obama's policies will affect our generation in the near future or why the US stock market is in such a state or maybe even something closer to home such as why are the Singaporean ministers refusing to extend more help to the victims of the Haiti earthquake. I am not judging you guys, but the most immediate concern for a 'normal minor' would be 'I must have enough money to eat tomorrow or I will be depress for the rest of the day.'

The term 'minor' never seemed to cross my mind or life and seemed to be exclusively used for kids in which I define as mostly those who are still in primary school and is especially applicable for those who loves to scream and run around. Maybe it is because I never exactly got to scream and run around when I was a child. Instead, I was solving and fighting my own wars constantly looking for an exit door in which I can open and get out of the mess she created.

Ah wells. Life is just so unfair to this really young minor. Then again, when has it ever been fair? Move on.