Whatever Comes Up: Mr. Pibb's Blog #1

[mrxpibb]

It's 10:20 PM and, although I won't be 18 until an hour later based on my actual time of birth, I'm sitting at my desk wondering what changed in my life. I have no party planned at this moment in time -- haven't had a birthday party in years -- and I'm wondering what's so great about this day. I already graduated high school and will be going to orientation for college in two days; therefore, my birthday has no apparent effect on my education. I'm still living in the same house as I was yesterday.

Why is there so much hype surrounding our 18th birthday? Do you have any significant memories of the specific day each of you, if you have, became an adult according to the United States legal system?

[byakugan]

quit looking at porn and nothing will come up....and fill out the selective service card

[Sithreis]

According to the law, and much to the dismay of moms overprotective of their daughters, at 18 we men undergo a significant metamorphosis to our bodies and minds.

Ah, but I remember that night. Such a sweet cold night it truly was. A night... with the stale smell of rain still fresh in the air. Full moon in the sky above, crickets a chirp in the distance, I felt a rumble in my side. A pain that one only knows before the final thread of their sanity melts away. I knew. I knew my time had come. I felt a cold sweat drift down my back and my hands cramped and contorted into the most twisted and gnarled of shapes. As my body cracked, as my mind became fogged with thoughts of violence and terror that no single person should ever experience, I wondered, I questioned just what reason a man would have to look forward to such an innate change in himself. At this point, I was dead inside, a mere shell of what a person once could've been. My hands...claws. My face ....tortured beyond recognition. My back, filled with scales and stories of horror. Bowels drenching the earth below me with no end in sight. I stood. I craved that which any beast craves. Violence, sex, intoxication. That night changed me. When the clock struck 12, I was no longer a boy, no longer human. I had become the very source of the world's fears. I had become 'Man'.


This is why we rape, kill, and eat animals that haven't been killed.

Watch out now!

[Darksage]

18 is a symbolic representation that even though you already think you're big time and were for a long time, you really weren't, but might be now.

[MidnightRose]

18 is a symbolic representation that even though you already think you're big time and were for a long time, you really weren't, but might be now.

Yeah then 21 comes around and you had no idea what the hell you were thinking at 18 haha.

But anyways, 18 was no big deal for me either. Where I grew up I had to start school a year later then everyone because I was born in september so I matured a bit faster then those around me. Most of my friends were older so 18 was eh hahaha. Didn't feel any different. It is more symbolic.
You're an "adult" now so whop di flippin do you can buy porn and cigarettes...pretty much it(and live on your own)
and if you're lucky parents tend to back off a bit and dont hang over you haha

[MiniMoose]

Ah, but I remember that night. Such a sweet cold night it truly was. A night... with the stale smell of rain still fresh in the air. Full moon in the sky above, crickets a chirp in the distance, I felt a rumble in my side. A pain that one only knows before the final thread of their sanity melts away. I knew. I knew my time had come. I felt a cold sweat drift down my back and my hands cramped and contorted into the most twisted and gnarled of shapes. As my body cracked, as my mind became fogged with thoughts of violence and terror that no single person should ever experience, I wondered, I questioned just what reason a man would have to look forward to such an innate change in himself. At this point, I was dead inside, a mere shell of what a person once could've been. My hands...claws. My face ....tortured beyond recognition. My back, filled with scales and stories of horror. Bowels drenching the earth below me with no end in sight. I stood. I craved that which any beast craves. Violence, sex, intoxication. That night changed me. When the clock struck 12, I was no longer a boy, no longer human. I had become the very source of the world's fears. I had become 'Man'.

I've heard a rumour that a similar thing happens with women, except it starts at aged 12 and drags out for about 10 long moody years.

Crazy myths these days... (lol)

[Sithreis]

Yeah well, these things are just different. You can't see what happens to them, and they usually change while in an egg like casing at the bottom of a swamp or something.

[Shunrai]

i think pibb is having a early life crisis or maybe hes thinking holy shit my free ride is over FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~ the mind of pibb is unknown it needs further study. we need dr.byakugan

[MadScientistK]

Another summer baby! I was born in June and was the third youngest person in my class for 12 years.

Ehhhh 18 wasn't a big deal to me either, and I certainly didn't feel any different or more adult at the time. I did establish the tradition of making people feed me whatever I want for my birthday that year, though. I think that most "milestone" birthdays are overrated.