Loads of people told me, that when I’ve reached 21 years of age, life will get more interesting. I’m sure it will, as when you are 21, you are pretty much legal in every part of the world. And when you are “legal” you’re pretty much free to do whatever you like. You can drink as your heart pleases, you can get married, hell! you’re even legal to run a country.
So, now that I’ve reach the third milestone. 16th being the first and 18th being the second. I found this time is the worst one. Now I’m 21 years old, with no jobs, no relationships, no nothing. I am off with a very much less desirable start. But, as they say, it could be worse.
But really, to reach a milestone while you’re in a rut is really not good for the health. Because I can tell you right now, all I want to do is to smoke like a steam engine, and suck the bar dry. Though it’s very tempting to do, I know deep down inside that when I wake up the next morning, I’ll feel shittier than I feel the day before because not only that I’m unemployed, unloved, and a year older, I am now having a hangover. Therefore my one and only plan today is to try avoid as much alcohol as possible.
This will sound very, very childish of me, but it really doesn’t help getting out of this rut when my closest friends sort of forgot your birthday. I mean you would’ve expect that it’s your closest friends that would be the first ones wishing you happy birthday in the first seven hours since zero-hundred hours. But this time, for me? No! No way Jose! They have officially forgotten my birthday. Best bit? it’s my milestone birthday. I may not be thrilled about it, but with their well-wishings I might be. You’ll never know. But, on the other hand, it is very humbling that it turns out that the person whom I’m not really friends with who’s actually one of the first ones (and definitely the first one on facebook) wishing me a happy birthday. And I think it is safe to say that that would be the only one. Way to go Universe!!
Funny thing. Last year, it was my family who forgot my birthday. I mean my real, proper, immediate family. Mind you though, I’ve never really known my Mom’s and Dad’s birthday. But not this year!! Oh no Mister Universe no! I promise (and this is a public pledge) that I will remember both of my parents’ birthdays and their wedding anniversary from this year onwards, until death shall I forgot. So, you Mr. Big-Guy-Upstairs you. If you’re reading this, you better not put money against my pledge, ‘coz you’re gonna lose! BIG TIME!
Anyways, I’m in the mood for Thelma Houston. The ultimate classic disco diva!!
Later. xx
