... can I change your mind?

So today in my Philosophy class (well, actually before), I was talking to this girl in there. She's really nice, and apparently a freshman. She was telling me that she's taking these assorted classes because she doesn't have a major, but needs to get her core out of the way. However, he original chosen major was Early Childhood Education, but found it to be too constrictive, so she dropped it and is now flying as an "undecided." However... something happened during that conversation that had never happened before...

Her: I just figure, I'm 18 and I'm too young to figure decide what I want to do for the next 30 or so years of my life. I'm not too sure that's what I want to do.
Me: Yeah, I know. When I was 18 I thought I could lay out my track and that plan would get me through it all. But then I turned 19, and realized I was wrong.
Her: How old are you now?
Me: I'm 20.

That's when it hit me. I'm not a young, stupid 18 year old anymore. I'm not even 19. I'm 20. It's this really weird age where I'm too old to be young and stupid, but too young to start settling down. I'm too old to settle for anything less than perfection, but I'm too young to know what it is that I really want.

Leave it to a Freshman to make you feel old...

But on the other hand, I realized that I have grown. I'm trying to find what I want, and I really think I may be on my way to finding it.

So here's to being the worst age you can be...