Still Fighting It

"Everybody knows it hurts to grow up, but everybody does, so weird to be back here. Let me tell you what, the years go on and we're still fighting, and we're still fighting it. You try, and try, and some day, I'll fly away from here."
-Ben Folds

The other day I found myself passing a jewelry store in the mall, and a thought snuck up on me.

I'm not the type to go under the effects of a romantic speal of thoughts, but for whatever reason the stereotypical teenage girl got the best of me.

I caught myself thinking that not too far into the future, some guy is going to bend down on one knee and give me one of those god damn rediculous rings.

Funny, that if I were to ever get that ring, I wouldn't think it as being rediculous. I would probably see the beauty in the thing, whether it actually falls under the socially acceptable definition of pretty or not.

At this point I started doing some math in my head.

I am currently sixteen years old.
The majority of the population get, on average, engaged around the age of twentyfive.

25-16=9

Holy shit.

I remember a time when I used to watch The Sound of Music with my older sister, Anna. We would love the part when Ralph sings his ever so famous tune...

"You are sixteen, going on seventeen-"

We would be sitting on the couch, or my parents bed, and I remember thinking that I would never get that old. How far away sixteen seemed, and how mature the characters of that age were to me.

Even beyond the sound of music. Ariel, from The Little Mermaid is only 16. Aurora, from Sleeping Beauty, is 16, and Snow White (although the worst Disney Princess in my opinion that I will divulge on in a later blog post) is 15 years old.

The fact that these girls have found their Prince Charmings at such a young age seems like the most rediculous thing I have ever heard. Especailly now that I am that age.

I cannot, in any way, imagine being carried off by my one true love at the age I am now.

Yet, I see people who have.

My mom did it, seventeen and married, but even so, that was back in the old days...a historic period entitled the eighties.

But now things have started to hit home.

My sister, for example, has found the guy that, she says, is the love of her life.

She has planned out her kids names and her entire wedding reception. Even so, her love, although very real, is still far from the point where she will actually say, "I do." at any alter.

and then there is Chelsea.

My friend of almost ten years is getting married.

I find it extremely rediculous that in a short year I will be wearing a bridesmaid's dress, and giving a speech at the wedding for a girl that I played ponies with a few short years ago.

It is hard for me to believe that this is actually happening.

The question, I think at this point, becomes "Which do I want to be treated as, an adult or a child?"

Ben Folds was right, growing up sucks.

Maybe I will just keep fighting it.