The Ideal Age

There is an ideal age. There has to be. I don't know if it's the same age for everyone, and quite frankly, I doubt it is.

You hear adults saying that they wish they were younger, but follow that with stories confessing their stupidity. They want Dumbledore's mind in Natalie Portman's body.

But then you remember what your thoughts on the world were before someone in your class got pregnant. You want to be older. You want to sit at the big kids table. When your young enough, you don't even care enough about the responsibilities because everyone that you see as being cool (teachers, parents, actors, etc.) is older.

High school and college are funny. I think that's where people place there ideal age. They were quarterback on football team and everyone loved them. You count yourself as an "honorable" adult and then a legal adult (but probably shouldn't be). The time is ever fleeting so you place the golden age on a time that you can't remember well enough for a well informed opinion.

Or maybe your favorite years were those straight out of college or when you finally got the job you wanted and stopped having to work overtime at McDonald's to pay rent. You have a stable relationship, but then you start having an elicit affair. Life is fun when you're young.

The only time you can know when you have hit your ideal age is when your dead, and all of your time is spent. If you think you are at your ideal age tell me now because tomorrow someone will screw it up.

Forgotten Ideas

I have that inevitable feeling of censorship. Whether it be because your parents might realize what sites you're browsing or out of fear that a college might not accept you because they now know your true feelings about foreign policy, it is one of those things we will all feel at one time or another.

I'm trying to convince myself that is for my own good. What if I want to go into politics and I say something that opposes the party's view points? Why, we couldn't risk that. Just save yourself the time and brain power and don't post. What if I want to go to Harvard and they think I spend too much time on senseless activities like youtube and twitter? What if I want to be on the Supreme Court and they find an embarrassing video I made in high school? The "what if"s are killing me.

I want to voice my opinion as much as that troll that just posted a response so why can't I? Why am I so afraid of someone disagreeing me that I would sacrifice my voice?

Nothing will change. I will continue my acts as though I agree with them. If I never do anything with my life I will regret this. I will regret that my ideas were forgotten out of the fear of courage and the lack of ___________ (how am I supposed to know what I'm lacking. I'm lacking it.).

This is a memo to all of my future constituents, college administrators, and background checkers.

This is why you forgot my name.