Its Painful to Realize...

How incredibly naive, ignorant, and childish I am at times.

I am 18 years old.

Legally I am an adult, but those who know me would prolly argue otherwise... as demonstrated by my usage of 'prolly'. In any case, I am on the precipice of adulthood; shouldn't I be at least a bit disillusioned by life by now? Shouldn't those fantasies of traveling, doing nothing in particular, financial security regardless of whatever I end up doing or not doing, finding true and pure love have passed by now?

Well, they haven't. I constantly dream of a life full of smiles, hidden intimate moments, and just pure satisfaction.

Sometimes this juvenile optimism makes me even more aware of my lack of experience in 'the real world.'

I hate being so optimistic, sometimes if only because to avoid the condescension that others so lovingly bestow on my being.


Good times.
:/