Too Much

I think I'm finally facing reality, and I don't like what I see. Everything is seeming to all happen at once and it's all so overwhelming to cope with. Every time that I've heard someone speak of their senior year, I see three reactions. 1- The Oh My God look; Those were the worst years of my life, why did you have to bring them up? 2- The Glazed look; I was too stoned to remember any of it. Or 3- The Goofy Face; the person is perfectly happy to reminisce in their happy high school memories. But nobody has ever mentioned any of the other faces. What about the faces I'm showing? Now it seems that anytime I meet an adult, they first ask what my name is, what school I'm going to and what year I'm in, and what I want to be when I grow up. Besides taking pride in the fact that they don't think I'm grown up yet (because I'm not, the day I become old will be torture), I get offended by the questions not asked. Now a days, you aren't defined by who you are, your defined by your success. I suppose that's how it's always been, but now I'm looking it full in the face because now I'm a part of this whole cult. I'm glad they ask me my name, that's one of the first things that defines you as a person. But what about other things in my life? The simple things, the happy things, the things that make you happy instead of worried or scared? Most people when they first start dating, so many simple things are over looked and not even thought about until you have to. Like what about your favorite color? Your favorite animal or saying? Favorite childhood memory or a dream you've always wanted to accomplish? The biggest wall you've ever had to overcome, the best piece of advice you've ever received, or the things that make you happiest in life? I'd like to be defined by those things; the things that matter. Not by grade, years I've spent in college or how successful my job is considered. When have people stopped being looked at as people, and started to be looked at as somebody either in school or with a successful career? Shouldn't your life be based on what makes you happy instead of how much money you make? Or schooling that you've been lucky enough to receive?