And yes, I mean 'have.' I've never wanted to be an adult. It always felt that admitting to being mature was a sort of concession to giving up everything fun, interesting, and exciting about life as I know it. Of course, this isn't exactly true, but I nevertheless find the prospect of becoming a 'real person' a depressing one. All the more obnoxious because I find myself dealing with more and more 'real' problems as I edge my way closer to my mid-twenties. (I maintain that I'm not in my mid-twenties yet. At 23, I'm in my early twenties still, dammit.)
