Which means I have exactly one year before my Prefrontal Cortex (PFC) is completely grown. For the medically uninitiated, the PFC is the area in the brain responsible for, among other things, impulse control, judgment, forethought and learning from past mistakes. In us males, this fruit doesn’t ripen until we’re 25. This means that I have 12 months to officially, or at least physiologically, be labeled as an adult. Not that now I am childish or immature, but rather I might have to start conforming to people’s perception of how an adult has to think and act. Of course it would be ridiculous to think of this as an event to happen overnight. Its not like I turn 25, someone flicks on a switch and poof! I am now thinking more rationally.
But don’t get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing wrong with adulthood, that is not what I mean. I am not talking about behavior, but rather about interests, mindsets and actions. What I do mean is that although it is often difficult to ignore the fact that one’s priorities, responsibilities, ways of thinking and even interests are- like many other things- subject to change with age, sometimes I feel indirectly mentally herded into thinking in a certain way or making certain decisions. And I say indirectly becuase it is not like anyone is telling me you should do this or not do that (although it might happen every now and then, not that I listen), but there is the argubly more potent power of peer and societal perception of how I should think and act now that I am an “adult”. And to be honest, I don’t want to go there, becuase, quiet frankly, it really doesn’t seem like fun.

This may sound like a pointless wanna-be non-conformist rebel rant. But hell, here is to a year of wild decisions, reckless judgement, and crazy living with 3/4 of a brain. Rock on!