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Some Thanks Are In Order

When I wrote “Signs I’m Starting To Become An Adult,” I never expected it to attract any attention. I thought some of my friends might read it, and that was a big might. I expected 50 hits, tops. Imagine my surprise when I checked my dashboard at 9:30 a.m. on Wednesday and saw more than 1,000. I think it got around 4,000 by the end of the day. Then there were the comments. I got, literally, hundreds of comments, which were 99.9% positive/insightful.

It’s nice to get such encouraging feedback. Actually, it’s nice to get any feedback. The fact that 1,000 or so words can elicit such a reaction is amazing. It’s also reassuring to know that other people are going through (or have gone through) the same thing.

I guess what I’m trying to say is: thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for commenting. Thanking you for linking. Thank you for writing. Just plain, thank you.

Also, in the next couple of days I’m going to post something about an unlikely writing tool/influence. I don’t want to say anymore than that, but stay tuned.

Until then, please enjoy this mashup of two of my favorite pop culture icons:

The Green Dragon Lantern

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Signs I’m Starting To Become An Adult

You become a legal adult at the age of 18 in the United States, but you aren’t really. Generally, when you turn 18, you’re still in high school and living at home. After that, there’s college. Drinking all night, sleeping until 11 a.m. and playing Halo all day, every day, hardly constitutes an adult.

Now that I’m done with college, it’s starting to set in that the real world is knocking at my door (or kicking it in without a search warrant). Before, adulthood was something in the distant future. I was working toward a degree; there was a finish line in the distance that I couldn’t yet see. But before I knew it, the race was over.

Now, to the point of this post. Lately, I’ve started to notice signs that I’m entering adulthood. I’m not completely there yet, but the process has started.

Ties

The tie. Is there a more universal symbol of the man? A silk noose that chokes away all your hopes and dreams. Okay, maybe that’s a little melodramatic. But I am starting to see ties in my everyday life more often.

When I was younger I had few occasions for ties. Once in a while, there was a dance, a graduation or maybe the odd wedding, but that was about it. I didn’t have the need for a rack full of ties. But now there are more weddings (which I’ll get to later), more graduations, more job interviews, more award banquets and, sadly, more funerals. My collection of about four ties has expanded to 15 or 20.

Gone are the days when I could wear a pair of khakis and a polo to a job interview. Now it’s all business. I find myself buying a tie because it would work well with a certain dress shirt or because I have an interview coming up. Ties are almost a necessity.

Ties. The marker of adulthood.

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