So…I’m turning 21 soon…and I don’t know what to do with myself. Deada**, I don’t know what to do. The 21st birthday is a monumental day in most young Americans lives. Yet, I’m lost as to of how I want to celebrate it. Should I say f**k it and become a fish for a day and do dumb sh*t, or should I just play it cool and lay low with the fam and friends? I could do both, or I do them at the same time. Who is to say? *insert shrugging shoulders emoji here*
The 21st birthday is glamorized by our society today because of its significance of finally reaching full independence. But right now, only a few weeks away from the day, I feel a lot of silly pressure to make the most of this monumental day. Sometimes I low key get worried about it. Then I remember the fact that I will totally have these same privileges the day after my 21st, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that. So, feeling this pressure to have a grand insta-worthy night on my birthday is overrated. Don’t get me wrong, it is still an occasion worthy of celebration. For me most notably because I can finally, go out with all my friends who are older than me. I won’t have to go home, ending my night early because everyone is going to go the barcade after 9 pm or whatever. Gone will be the time where I am excluded solely because of my age. Side note: Being a minor (in terms of legal age to consume alcohol) and whatnot, I’ve noticed that our society is super ageist. Sh*t’s crazy.
In all honesty, I am excited about turning 21. But on the other hand, I am not in a rush. I aim to enjoy my days as a youth while they last. Every part of it, even the pre-21 part. I know that in just a little bit, I am going to miss having the black, permanent marker “X” on my hand as I go into clubs/bars/concert venues etc and washing it off the next day. I am going to miss this weird purgatory-age that is the 20th year of life. Like what even is 20? You aren’t a teenager anymore. You are living in a decade of your life where you supposedly grown up, but you still have to pay $3 to get into that college club everybody goes to for free since they are 21. It doesn’t help the matter when the attractive coworkers at your job ask you how old you are on your first day, in hopes of inviting you out for drinks *insert facepalm emoji here*….oh well.
Time is going by quickly and before I know it, I will be old and will no longer have this vital youth in my bones, and I will get way, way too excited when I see a new 16” frying pan on sale. Oh well….bring on the discounted frying pans and bring on the walking canes cause I’m getting old AF…haha sike.