End of the innocence

So as you may know I am recently a year older but certainly not a year wiser. So now that I'm 24, I have to figure out what the so much more is and where my life is headed. I suppose everyone has to do this from time to time and adjust on the fly. It could be argued that 24 is well after the age of innocence. Maybe 16 with your licence or 18 with military service, voting, gambling and pornography or 19 for alcohol, or 21 for cheap alcohol but 24 always seemed to demarcate the end for me. It is the cusp of adulthood (at least to us post gen x) until this point we are mostly still in school. Some still plugging away at our four year degrees. Some finding a new direction partway down stream. Some working on their masters or doctorate or professional degree. At 25 however most programs are finished that's 7 years from high school or at least 6 for us who had the joy of OAC and now this summer represents the last 'summer job'. As my old man once again pressures me to look for said summer job, I realize that this last part time excuse to make a dime to pay a tenth of the cost of schooling that I may ever have. After this year, I'm done with school altogether and I have to think about a career. To be quite honest I'm scared shitless with the prospect of a career. I feel like my youth has been stolen from me. Like that crystal on my hand can not possibly have turned colours yet. That surely, I, have a few more years left in the old tank before becoming a corporate drone, but alas, no. This is my last year for irresponsibility and my job being about occupying time and not being an occupation. Even the insurance industry recognizes this age as the penultimate change in our responsibility quotient by lowering our insurance rates. Soon for me it'll all be about car payments, mortgages, property taxes, suits, ties, business meetings, clients, living healthy, marriage, pets, children, decor, and the nameless other horrors of adult life. I'll start to look back at age 24 and under as the good ole days and remark on how little I actually did at school / summer jobs and how much simpler life was. I'll not stay up as late or party as hard and I'll start to complain about music being too loud, haircuts being too long, service being too slow, steak being too well cooked, and how much more difficult it was when I was growing up (As my dreams are slowly crushed by the oppressive weight of my responsibilities). So I think that it is now that I must seize the day and I invite you in the blogosphere to add me by suggesting worthwhile activities to remember fondly when I'm stuck behind a desk trying to fill out my TPS report including a cover letter.
P.S. I appreciated the math in AndyMac's last post and in the summer no less a time when math is almost strictly related to how many beers now come in a 'pack'. I have seen the same article and shopped the price and there is no way they met the number unless some sales were unreported (listing only NA sales for example but including European sales in the calculation) or some people were over charged (God forbid little Johnny had to go to that clerk at the local store because Walmart were not allowing him to buy a rated M game). Anyways hats off to the good Cyphering AndyMac!