Ah, I can completely understand where you're coming from....
Personally, I've always considered myself (and been considered by others) much more mature than my peers, so the people I get along with most are either colleagues (at our Univ. newspaper) or people who are at least a year or two older than myself. My parents’ friends are some of the people I can relate to the most at times.
It's not an easy thing to have to deal with, especially if you are particularly good at doing something, yet still have the 'youngster' label at your workplace. I was recognized at work for my achievements at the end of this school year, being 'only a freshman and having gone so far.' As a first year student, working my way up to one of the editor/management positions is just about unheard of, but I somehow pulled it off. It's rewarding, but it doesn't come without that rather stigmatized label.
I'm 18, going on 19, but feel like I'm going on 26, 46, or 56. My parents always told me I had an old soul.
There are times where I've foolishly asked myself why I'm doing the whole college thing and not jumping straight into my most vested interests. The reason? I want to be able to better myself as a well-rounded person by getting a good liberal arts education. College is sure interesting, but there are a whole lot of immaturity issues that I see and deal with on a daily basis. And yes, just like you've mentioned, there is office drama. I'm actually quite happy to be able to learn and recognize the nature of office drama at this age, so that it's not such a surprise to me later on. It's an invaluable life and business lesson.
Hard work and dedication pays off in the long run, but it's also good to have fun while we still can.
Ever notice how this plays into a relationship with someone of the opposite sex? Girls will always want to go around and fuck the sleaziest guy they can find in college, but it's us 'nice' guys who get the short end of the stick for the time being. It's us guys who the girls 'would marry' but won't date for another 8 more years when they've gotten sick of running around and shallowly screwing like rabbits all throughout their college years.
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