Sing With Me!

Leeeegaaaaliiityyy!

Mufufu.

Um, so, as of about…four-ish hours ago I have been, in the eyes of American Law, a legal adult whose actions can be pwned with the full force of just ramifications! If we were elsewhere in the world, I wouldn’t be until later in the day–I was pushed out at 1:47pm, so, y’know…some places are OD and like to be excessively specific, and I would have ten hours–literally, from the moment I began that sentence, anyway–till I was legit.

People here get overly excited for it. I mean, I guess if you were an underage smoker the idea that you can buy your own cigs might be cool? I guess? Or if you were waaay into political science, the idea of being able to vote might give you a stiffy. Or if you were reeeeally wanting that tattoo and your parents said, “No, Jimmy! You can’t have that tattoo, <insert reasons here>.” Or if you’re so happy that your parents can’t really legally intervene/make decisions for you/etc [unless you're incapacitated and they're next of kin, of course, but that's different].

Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t that I’m not excited. That last bit there is really nice…For years, I’ve been acting as the mediator of the family. Just last night, we went grocery shopping, and they had a row in the store. Wth? I’m not fond of yelling. It isn’t that I can’t /deal/ with yelling, I can; but I’ve been dealing with it for the better part of a decade; the idea of being able to leave and forge my own peace and quiet gives me, metaphorically of course, a stiffy. I’m not barging out the door yet, but I do plan to in the relatively near future when we get our finances straight–this isn’t an, “OMG I HATE YOU,” move, rather a, “Okay…I need my space now so I can think and develop myself and my mind in an advantageous way. Your silliness is feeling a little stuffy, and I need to breathe a bit, thank you much!” [Admittedly there are times where I feel like it might end up being a more rawr-like situation, I keep coming back to the more reasonable one.] And even if I wasn’t moving/planning to, the idea that I could be in the midst of being yelled at for <insert ridiculous random reason here, such as the grass isn’t purple> and just…leave for a bit without anyone getting any stupid ideas like trying to dub me a runaway. [No, that has not happened to me.]

On top of that, I can vocalize without concern that Phix + Me = ^_^! Not that we had a whole ton of concern before-’-specially considering one of the things my parents aren’t ridiculous about is adoring him xD–but there was the possibility that they could change their minds, or that someone could say no, or some trouble would ensue although there is no evidence that anything that trouble could be stirred over was going on.  I live in a particularly ass-backwards state–the AoC is still 18 while in about 34 of the 50 other states it is 16. ‘Sodomy’ laws are still on the books [including both oral and anal, if you're so inclined] although the Supreme Court is like, “Stfu you can’t actually prosecute under those.” Fifteen really will get you twenty although simultaneously five can get you…one? And although that fifteen year old is dressed like a streetwalker like it is actually her job, and is a bit too knowing, etc.
It’s funny–the AoC in Virginia used to be 16 but it was changed shortly after my birth. Virginia’s little slogan claims that it, “is for Lovers,” although gay marriage isn’t legal here.

It’s foolish how those laws are based. In the time between when I was still legally ‘17′ and the clock struck and I became legally ‘18′ I learned nothing; I gained no wisdom or ability to protect myself, make better decisions based on being an informed person, etc. To be blunt: if he was here last night and–again, I said this is to be blunt–fucked my brains out [which he wasn't because he was in PA having to sleep so he could go to work in the morning], and random interested party wanted to make the law go rawr, he could’ve gotten in crazy trouble! But you know, now, it would be perfectly fine although I am the same person, same mentality, etc. And it should be fine because I am an educated, intelligent young person who does not get herself into situations without being aware of their consequences, etc. I’m healthy, I don’t smoke or do any drugs; I don’t get into trouble–I even pay taxes! My point is that it should’ve been just as fine if it would have happened last night, too, because I was then as I am now.
Like somehow, overnight, my ability to make judgments has changed.

But I will be traveling up to Pennsylvania later today. Nevermind the mischief.  I’ll be up there for about three weeks–from then until Otakon, and then I will be back in dull Virginia after the conclusion of the fun madness that is the convention.

Cheers, you all. :]