Let me start this just by saying: Happy birthday to me. This post can go both ways:
- Me yelling “Yeah, finally!”
- Or me being sad and saying “No longer a child, I have to make responsible choices, which sucks”
Either way: today is my birthday. My 18th. Which is kind of both: scary and exciting. At 18 you officially become an adult. You can be treated in a completely different way, not just by your parents, but by employers, the government and the law.
Am I old? Do I lose all the mistreatments I used to get? I really hope not!
I hated people; I tried to stay as far away from them. (that sentence doesn’t apply for girls). I think I am quite friendly now. At my 17th birthday, I went out: met new people and what you know… great people. I tried again at school but that sucked! That was the lesson: the environment defines people. Being cool at some places is being cool for real; at some: bullying me somehow had worked out for them. (although I find ways around them).