When I had my first full-time job, my own appartment, and I had to get insurance. Buying insurance is a completely no-fun, serious, adult-only thing to do, but it felt good to be grown-up and on my own. I’m much happier as an adult.
The other day I was thinking to myself at work:
I was thinking how tired I am of dating from woman to woman and how I’d really just like to find one gal and settle the fuck down.
I was also thinking how that whole bi-girl on bi-girl thing doesn’t turn me on anymore. As a matter of fact it annoys the crap out of me because I know most of these girls are just doing it for an attention grab.
After batting those thoughts in my head for a while I stopped dead and my tracks and thought: “Holy crap! I’m a grown up!!”
The first time I voted (at age 18) I got an inkling. But once I’d started work full-time, moved out of home, bought my own place and become responsible for paying gas bills, electricity bills, council rates etc, I felt that adulthood had well and truly arrived. I was 21 at that stage.
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Now, as for resisting fresh new ideas, political, social or otherwise, that may result in a better world than our crumudgeonly tight-arsed mores have made so far, then sure, I am in complete agreement. The greatest disservice we can do for ourselves is to dismiss new ideas simply on the grounds that they come from sources we deem lacking in the wisdom of age.
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That is what I meant, and you expressed it very well. Neophile, not neophobe.