I hate wait lists. I hate waiting in line. I hate any moment in life when you know exactly what you want, but someone or something tells you you're just not ready. Or maybe they're not ready for you. It sucks either way. Especially for me since I rarely know exactly what I want. I have decided however, what I want to do for maybe not the rest of my life, but for at least the next 10 years. Unfortunately, the powers that be have decided I'm two years too young.
What's so special about 21 anyways? Once I turn 18 I can go to war and LEGALLY KILL SOMEONE. I can make the decision to take away someone's life. But I can't be trusted to decide if I've had too many drinks? I guess not.
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