The sociologist call it "Transitional Adulthood" aka "Adultolescence". This is the stage where we are no longer children, but we aren't quite adults yet. Our world is still slightly sheltered and our world is somehow realer than it was before but still faker than the world we'll come to know. This stage, like adolescence, is marked by growth, change, or maybe stunted growth. For me, it was during adolescence that I reached my highest height (5'1 and a 1/4). Luckily though, for most, psychological growth is not limited to the duration of physical growth.
At the same time, that fact scares me. The fact that people can and will change in accordance to their circumstances. When we were all where we were, roles were concrete and situations were predictable even if we were having "adventure time". Despite the spontaneity of the event, we knew who would react how. We just knew and there is nothing more comforting than knowing.
Now...I don't know. Or I'm not sure. Our paths have diverged and our personalities have finally had the chance to evolve independently of each other and I wonder if they are still compatible. Sometimes, it seems they're not. I hear you speak and I imagine your actions and I picture a stranger and I don't like it. It doesn't matter that I don't like it though, because perhaps this has always been who you were, but out relationship stifled your manifestation. I imagine you listening to me speak and wondering the same thing. I confide in you the deridation of others' actions, yet they are actions that you, yourself, commit. And I imagine you thinking when did I become this person. When did we stop being able to finish each other's sentences and when did we stop being able to read each other's mind and when did choosing a birthday gift become a guessing game? It's not to say that who we are now is bad or somehow worse than who we were, it's just different. So different, in fact, it's difficult to picture it ever being the same.
