I don’t really have much to add that hasn’t been said by people much smarter, educated and more involved than I am. So I’ll leave it with this from my friend Xavier:
“In these potentially violent times in Ferguson, I think it’s important to look at the example MLK set. His quiet dignity. His restraint. How he was able to show compassion even under duress. How he got shot in the fucking face anyway.”
A friend of mine is having a birthday this week and tweeted that she wasn’t looking forward to her upcoming birthday. When I replied that she should, because birthdays are awesome, she said that this was the first birthday where she felt old. (She’s turning 36.)
This led to a discussion about whether or not you ever feel like an adult.
I don’t think I ever will.
Oh sure, I live alone. I have a house. I take care of a dog. I work. I pay my bills. I get excited when I have money left over to put into my retirement account. I have discussion about wanting kids on a first date. I’m responsible for actual work projects when people actually report to me. And all of this goes well.
And then I forget to do laundry and have no clean socks. Or stay up drinking until 4AM on a Wednesday night (not that that happened recently or anything…)
But I did all of those things when I was 20. Well some of them. I had way fewer opportunities to get excited at 20 about putting money into my retirement account, but I had one. I didn’t live alone, but I did pay my own rent. I didn’t want kids then either. And I constantly forgot to do laundry.
I can’t possibly be an adult until I figure out how to do that, right?