Originally posted by DrDirt
Yup, 21 is the breakpoint. You look forward to your 13th, 16th 18th and 21st birthdays. Seems like time drags on forever and they will never come. Once you do somehow reach 21, you have this mad desire to slow time down so you can enjoy your newfound adulthood with all its rights and privledges. But, noooooo. After 21, you're on a slipery slope and you're screaming ass downhill at about Mach 10. Your butt clenches as tight as a gnat's ass stretched over a rain barrell with the speed that things go by. About a week after your 21st birthday, you notice that you are now 30. Another week and you are hitting 40. WTF! Slow down! Who's that 6' tall punk kid with the ring in his nose calling me dad? Another week and you're 50. Dayum, what is going on? Now the ring nosed punk is losing some hair around the temples and is playing video games with some smart mouth little juvenile delinquent with green hair. Well, it's like Thursday on my current week. Looks like I've got just about enough time left for a 2 week vacation. I'm gonna need it.
Please dont fucking remind me man. I turned 21 a few years, and time flew by. Hell once I turned 18 it was going to fast.