[Warning on language]
Sometimes, I really don’t see the fuss over birthdays.
When you were a kid, it was like the biggest fucking thing to grace this earth because you got presents. And rights to pick on younger siblings. And have everyone do your bidding.
Now its like ‘oh I’m older than last year. Whoopee.’
I seriously want to know what is the point of a ‘Sweet Sixteen’. Its not that a cool of a number, anyway. Anyways, 16 was the age you were years ago when you left school and starting working and getting a life. Duh, geniuses. Not a good reason nowadays.
17 is way cooler. Its the point where you are almost no longer classified as a kid, but not qualified as adult.
18 is an excuse to get drunk. And high. And go clubbing. And all that shit.
21 is another excuse to get drunk. And go clubbing. And to go to America and be legal to get drunk.
Stupid, pointless reasons for parties. Well, now it seems pointless. I don’t really know if my viewpoint on birthdays will change, ’cause hell, I don’t want to really do anything this year.
My birthday falls after the Australian Football League’s Grand Final this year. Last year my birthday was on the Grand Final. And I never, ever, ever got rights to the television when I was younger. Thankfully I have my own television now, thanks to my uncle.
But, yeah. That is a minor view point on my thoughts on birthdays. Thank you for reading.
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