And I feel like this so often; people seem to grow into the things you just grow into because it's a part of being an "adult". We memorise quotes of great writers, philosophers and theologians. We eat exotic foods with exotic names. We drink drinks that make our faces twist - and pretend to enjoy it until we start to - and call it and "acquired taste".
I have come to believe that "being an adult" is a myth; there are only children pretending to be adults. I am now 18, I can now do most things condoned by New Zealand law, but all though I truly enjoy a good coffee and beer, they are tastes I have acquired while attempting to seem grown up.
I struggle to see a "right of passage" into adulthood in Western culture. In other cultures you simply turn 13, or kill an animal with your bare hands. Some say in Western culture, things like occupation is a right of passage into adulthood; I'm a cafe manager, and to a certain degree a "social worker". You'd think of these as occupations a grown up would have - but still, as I tell people that I'm "a cafe manager" or a "youth worker" something inside me giggles because I know deep down, I'm just a big kid.
Another Western right of passage is moving out of home. I move out to my first flat next Friday. Maybe it is then that I will make my ontological change. Or maybe, I will forever be a child, pretending to be an adult.