Sandcastles And Adulting.

  I was looking up a few articles written by people about turning twenty, and all I came across mentioned the youth that has passed them by, and the innocent days filled by building sand castles on beaches. I have two objections: One, when was the last time any one of us had built a sand castle? Two, none of us have been innocent for a very, very, very long time. 
  This entire notion of reminiscing on your 'youth' seems absolutely absurd to me. Tomorrow morning, when I wake up, I am still not going to clean my room, even though I know I should have done it a month ago. My clothes are still going to be lying on the floor at the end of a long day, instead of the laundry basket, that I walked right by before throwing my clothes on the floor!
  Today is the eve of my twentieth birthday, and I feel no more an adult than I did a year or two ago. There is no way this state of things is going to change just because I was born tomorrow, twenty years ago. This blog post is kind of an anti-adult post. I am tired of hearing every one of my friends whining about how old they feel. We just entered our twenties!! These are probably going to be the most entertaining years of our lives. We aren't doing them justice by being daunted by them. 
  Unlike all other years, this year, I refuse to freak out about turning older, because I probably might live to build another sand castle someday and because I hate cleaning.