Nerf!

Despite the fact that I'm only a year from becoming a legal adult, able to purchase cigarettes and porn, and be able to vote, I love toys. Not sexual items, I mean like... playthings; Nerf guns, Lego, Hot Wheels cars, little green army men, Foosball, shiny bouncy balls, all that stuff I simply adore. It's not very masculine to admit this, but I frankly don't care. It's what makes me happy.

Last night, I was with some friends... between all of us, we have nearly $500 worth of Nerf weapons. We had a gigantic war, and it was a wonderful time. It's funny though- If I didn't have friends who encouraged the kind of things I do, and went along with all of the bizzarity, I probably wouldn't even care about these things.
The way I see it though, it's really not that bad, is it? I mean, we're coming closer together as friends, there's a million other things 17-year-old males could be spending money on that is a lot more destructive than toy guns that fire foam darts.
And y'know what? When I move out, I'm probably going to have some kind of drawer in my residence to house all my little weapons.

As the silly magnet on the fridge reads- Growing old is mandatory, growing up is entirely optional.