People,

Yesterday on my way home I had the epiphany that I am, irrevocably, an adult now.

As I was walking down Mass Ave I saw two kids in a doorway shooting spitballs at passerby. I was having a pretty bad day and I was not in the mood for these shenanigans, so when one of the kids inevitably aimed his spitball straw at me I gave him the "I am an adult, I will not put up with this, so do not fuck with me" look. And it worked. He put the straw away until I passed and then shot a nasty wad of paper at somebody else.

This is only significant because the "I am an adult, I will not put up with this, so do not fuck with me" look has never worked for me in the past. In fact, every time I've tried to bully someone with my adult status they usually just laugh. But now I think I finally carry that "I am an adult" authority.

Of course this all leaves me in a strange place. I like that as I get older I get to avoid more and more of the annoyance of youth, but it sucks that I really have to accept that my own youth is gone. Not only gone, but long gone. I guess that all there is to look forward to now is the sweet sweet embrace of the crypt.

Ah well.