1.
You watch what you say to others
à You learn that talking shit about other
people eventually always gets back to
them. I mean there is surely a reason for that expression “if you don’t have
something nice to say don’t say it at all”. Really- don’t say it. If you say to your friend Jenna that Kelly is
a sloppy slut when shes drunk and you would rather take a hot skewer to your
retina than go out with her again chances are Kelly will not only find out
about it, but spite vengeance on your hateful ass.
Other
than that you have collectively learned over the years that nobody and I mean
nobody likes a negative Nancy. You also see that making fun of the way someone
else looks or comes off isn’t a very good look on you. People start to notice if you talk badly about others and I
promise you that it wont up your own irrelevant status. As you get older you
start watch what you say and how you say it.
2.
Christmas suddenly isn’t about gifts anymore.
àOkay,
so we are al still human at any given age, and as beings on planet earth we
love to get, get, get…receive,receive,receive. Yeah, we love to tare something
open that holds a bit of mystery behind it. However you start to notice its
nothing like how it was when you were a little kid. I know personally I didn’t
belive my mom when she said she really only does gifts anymore for “the kids”
but now the concept is coming together. For me it didn’t come together until I
got my own place in college. I anxiously messaged my brother asking him when he
was arriving for the holidays. He answered back jokingly asking why I cared
because in years passed I would spend time with the family and then run off
with my friends somewhere some place. I surprised myself with my answer: My
family are my friends. I meant it too.
3.
Christmas might also be about liquor now…and
maybe every other family function
àAll
families are different but my family makes the transition around 19-20 for our
young pups. I started to wonder if all those other holidays when I was bored
out of my mind listening to my iPod might have actually been fun had I had a
cold beer in my hand. Don’t get it confused I love my family and have fun with
them regardless, but you cant relate to their fun until you are having a beer dancing
to Christmas music with them. A few years later next thing you know you are
taking lemonchello shots with grandma and you wonder how long your family has
been this fucking cool.
4.
You stop acting like such a little shit on
social networks
àI
remember being 17 years old and having pretty risky photos on my page such as
smoking weed, drinking out the bottle etc (now sadly the modern use of
Snapchat) and thought nothing of it. My mom who would spy on my page would come
to me mortified begging I take it off and maybe even attempt to grow up. I was
17 though, and didn’t care who saw it. It never even hit me that someday I
would be persuing a career and that maybe it didn’t look so professional. Even
moreso it was my mother telling me to knock it off and what did she know?
As
life started moving on I slowly stopped putting up pictures like that and
started kind of…well, posting things on FB similar to stuff my mom would post.
I traded in me ghosting a blunt to me posting statuses along the lines of “I
cant wait to visit my family today!”. Where the hell did I have time to grow up
and make this transition? Well people, you grow up and priorities change. I
mean common, if you don’t grow up on social media did it ever actually happen
at all?
5.
Speaking of pot you stop smoking so much of it.
à
This one is sort of a kicker, because half of you are going to agree with this
point and the other half are looking at your screen thinking to yourself, “I am
never going to stop smoking pot”. Well, if you say the second one you have not
grown up yet. Now I am not saying that smoking weed makes you immature or that
if you smoke weed you are immature.
What I am saying however is that the entire idea of growing up has to do with
your priorities and smoking pot simply cannot be on that list. I’m sorry but it
flat out can’t.
Everyones
journey with weed is usually similar: You start off being in 6th
grade totally straight edge and hating it. By high school your starting to
learn to roll your own blunts maybe even buying a bong of some sort. After this
stage you are hooked, smoking every day and smoking a blunt is a crucial part
of your day. By college its as casual as having a beer in every sense. Now the
last step is a bit blurry… its either by college or right after when you realize
you can’t succeed and still fit in these blunt sessions. It really hit me when
my friend said to me the other day, “what are we ganna do when we are adults,
we cant just go on blunt rides and shit…” We can barely do that now at 22/23
years old! Like I have too much stuff to get done to even notice I haven’t
smoked in 2 weeks. So you come to this mature conclusion where goals and
priorities come first and fun comes after (don’t worry it still comes) and
against popular beliefe- you don’t mind.
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