School is difficult. I'm constantly working. And I barely get to see my very cute boyfriend. And it makes me sad. Though the recent cuddling session was nice (stress relieving, even). And knowing that I only get to see him if my homework is done motivates me. But that isn't what I want to talk about.
I want to talk about the forbidden age. The dreaded 20.
17 is awkward. You're not quite an adult, but you want to be. You're not quite graduated high school, but you act like it. Then you turn 18. You're an adult! But, even with college, you are still a youngin' and that ain't gonna be changin'.
But these ages are acceptable. I mean, you're not an RM. So it is okay to be immature. The mission will change that. The one you WILL be going on soon.
But then you turn 19. And everyone is like whoo! 19 and not left. Must have barely made it into the semester and will be leaving soon. Very soon. End of the semester soon.
BYU student: When you going on the mission, dawg?
Me: A while
BYU student: Like end of the semester, yo?
AND if someone is really pressing it
BYU student: Then when?
Me: I have a mental disorder that doesn't allow me serve.
And yes, I know. The first thought is service missions (which I didn't know existed until the mental disorder excuse was used). But I've accepted this. People need to fit me in a mold. And the 19 year old male BYU students fall into the mold of "leaving soon."
But I'm turning 20. AKA the age Satan would be if he went to BYU.
I no longer fit in a mold. I'm turning 20. I should be on a mission. So where do I fit now? People were stunned at 19. How is 20 going to be?
As an expert in intolerance (okay, not really), I would like to say this; people will not know what to do with me. So I'll be logged away.
At least woman treat me better (in general). Women just log me into the "undatable" category. Which I'm good with. Post Mission Serving Men though... they log me as automatically beneath them. They served a mission. I won't be. They are better. Simple as that.
Even if all guys don't do that, a lot do.
So... time to turn 20. The youngest writer on this blog will no longer be a teen by the time next week rolls around.