What I wouldn't give for just one peek into the future. One chance to choose an age and fast forward for a second and get a glimpse of what my life will be like in, say, ten years, or twenty, or thirty even, just to make sure it all turns out okay in the end. Heck, even if its not the real thing, it'll tide me over till I actually arrive at that age.

What brought this one? Birthday blues, I guess. It's the first time I've had the blues related to a birthday before the birthday's even arrived. Right up till the moment you turn 21, life is good. You're young, you're precocious and anything major you manage to do is remarkable because you're oh-so young and already accomplishing so much. After you turn 21, it's all downhill. Anything you do is no longer exciting, but expected. After the grand old milestone of 21, there's nothing major to look forward to. You're an adult, you get responsibilities that you're arguably responsible enough to handle. If you do manage to juggle them well enough, you're just an average adult and if you suck at juggling, you're a screw-up.

I don't want to talk money, I don't want to have to do anything I don't want to because a paycheck hangs in the balance and I don't want to have to deal with problems that have no solutions. In short, and at the risk of sounding like a brat, I don't want to grow up. Can you say barely-quarterlife crisis?