Surely Michael Jackson felt this way too.

I am now 21. An adult by any standard...and although seen as an adult for the past 3 years in the eyes of the government, my statute of limitations has officially expired, rendering my status absolute.

Where was I when all this happened? When did it all of the sudden become acceptable for me to date a man 10 years my senior? When was I catapulted into this grey area, somewhere in between wanting to be a child and wanting to have a child?

And exactly at what point did someone decree 21, the legal drinking age, too old to drink to excess?

I am now a career woman...or at least a career woman in training. And with this bout of "real life experience" under my belt, I am now being launched back into the realm of keg parties and classes. Where is the justice?

Regardless, it is time to face the facts: the time has come. And now I face one ultimate decision on adulthood: I can embrace it, run from it, or blog about it.