For most of my life, I felt like I was young for my age.

I remem­ber the later years of ele­men­tary school. I would be the one wear­ing things like jog­ging pants on the civies1 days. The other kids would be smok­ing under the bridge, start­ing play­ground fights over girls, con­tract­ing gon­or­rhea through sex­ual con­tact. Even in high school I was eat­ing lunch on the bleach­ers with John while oth­ers were ODing on rat poi­son, win­ning world­wide math com­pe­ti­tions, or being fea­tured on cover arti­cles of Macleans.

I had never really under­stood how peo­ple grow up. Most adults I know have been the way they are for their entire lives. Due to the fact that I can only fig­ure out the changes I’ve made in six month cycles, I’ve mostly grown in small, unde­tectable increments.

It’s only in the last six months that things have changed. I’ve reached my (pre­vi­ously life-long) goal, not grad­u­ally, but rather sud­denly and unex­pect­edly. Interestingly enough, this was due to three dif­fer­ent fac­tors, and I sus­pect that I wouldn’t have been able to reach this point with­out every sin­gle one of them.

Now I feel old for my age.

The Trinary Maturity Series

  1. Introduction
  2. The Job
  3. The Girlfriend
  4. The House
  5. (In)Conclusion
  1. Days where we didn’t have to wear uni­forms, a short form of “civil­ian” []