One of the major setbacks about being eighteen is that you’re too ancient to be treated like a kid, however too young to be considered a true adult.
I now spend my money on taxes, I had to sign up for the selective service, and I am ancient enough to vote. I can’t buy alcohol or medical marijuana. How is it fair that I can go fight a war, although I can’t get medical marijuana or drink bud light legally? I have a giant problem with this. The doctor gave me medical marijuana when I was going through chemo. He told me it would help with the nausea and pain. My mother had to go to the local medical marijuana dispensary to get the marijuana. I thought this was ridiculous. I told him about my thoughts on being eighteen and having responsibility, however few rights. She said it had constantly been so, and I would just need to get over it. I was supposed to deal with the chemo, and get healthy, and then I could argue the system. I guessed he was right, although I truly hated it. It made me feel like a little kid to have my mommy buy my medicine for me. Using medical marijuana helped, as the doctor said it would, which made me blissful. I was totally cancer free, and. now I am going to argue for the right to purchase my own medical marijuana if I ever needed to use it in the future, alas, I’ll absolutely be twenty-one by the time the bill comes through, however it may help other young people going through what I went through.