19 and 4 Quarters

I have a precious few more hours until I exit my teens.
I feel as if I should be participating in some kind of "good bye teenage idiocy" event where I participate in teenage debauchery, and still have the excuse of....I'm just 19.
But 20. There's no joking around now. As my floor mate Tim Cashion put it..
"your life is over".
They sure make you feel like a senior citizen in res, that's for sure. Well, I guess that what I deserve for NOT pursuing my post-secondary education for the past 2 years.

Dang. Stupid traveling BC, then Camp, then Retreats, then working, then YWAM, then camp. I hate my life.

I may as well start complaining about back pain, why these kids swear so much and how my knees are going. I've looked into buying canes online, and wigs cause I'll probably start balding momentarily. I am now expected to always "know better", and maybe even drop down a pearl of wisdom or two. I feel as if there should be some kind of screening process for those of us that hit 20...maybe then I could be delayed entry.

I've also just accepted the fact that due to St. Catharines' teen libido inflation rises, I have zero chance of finding any kind of "significant other" there. Since I'm not in an established relationship, 6 months ago, I'm now "over the hill" in that city. I now, need to start going to church and camp just to pick up.
All changes that are essential to being 20 and single.

And then, your mother/father starts giving you tips on how to pick up, and who to pick up (I love you mom). Those are always treasured moments. Now, they KNOW I have no skill in this trade, but they'll apprentice me. Phew, I was worried.
Thanks, but no thanks.....
Yep, 20 is going to be awesome.
Here we go...