I have now been alive for 21 years. I have reached the official age of adulthood. Ever since I was little I can always remember wanting to be 21. It represented some kind of freedom for me, a point where I would be living my own life. Where I could do everything I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it. It feels like I’ve reached the end of something. The so called “best years of my life” are over and yet all I feel is the best is yet to come. I’ve never felt happier than I am right now. I am living with someone who I love deeply, I have good friends who I adore and I indulge myself in whichever one of my passions takes my fancy on a daily basis.
I’ve never understood people that say they don’t have time to do the things that they love. Not having money I can understand but time? You make time for things you want to do. If I didn’t I would be so depressed. I think not owning a TV helps with the time thing. My parents waste a lot of time in front of the box in my opinion. Whenever my mum says that she doesn’t have time to read I tell her that throwing away the TV would give her plenty of time to read. Or if she’s not feeling that dangerous then perhaps switching it off.
Anyway I’m getting off topic. I spent my birthday out with friends. We drank wine, ate curry and wore party hats. Many a lol was had. Everyone drew pictures in a birthday card which pleased me greatly. I wore my party hats like a bra and embarrassed everyone including myself but wearing it on my head would have been far worse, I think everyone can agree on that. It was amazing.
The next evening it was off out to dinner with the family. We went to the same place we went to when I was 18. I can’t remember the name of it. The cock and something or other I think. The food in there is pretty damn good. We were at a table in the middle of a few other tables. The people sitting at them didn’t seem to appreciate our conversations very much. My dad would start with a “Did you know there’s a swingers club up the road from our house?”. Heads started turning from other tables. “This bloke at work went there and had sex with a…” He paused trying to think of the correct way to describe her “MILF?” I asked “No more like an old bird. While he was giving her a seeing to her husband was in the corner having a wank, so the bloke was giving it the whole porn star bit, you know slapping her arse and posing” – cue impression-. We all laughed. I said “I hope you aren’t suggesting a family day out”. (I think it’s clear where I get my odd perverted sense of humour from).
My mum piped up with an anecdote of her own about how the pensioners she works with on a computer training course just look at porn all day. “You wouldn’t believe the stuff they go on!” she said. Well good on them. I do so love my family, even if the other people in the restaurant didn’t. It was good to see them again. My grandad had bought me a cake which was lovely. I ate a big slice even though I had already had a 2 course meal and desert.
A neighbour bought me a bottle of champagne as a present which has now been enjoyed. My grandad bought me a 21 key and gave me some money which I am very grateful for. My friend Sam-chan bought me Team Fortress 2 because he’s epic. My parents got me a little bear and a 21 wine glass and perfume.
Tom bought me Hitch 22. I have it at last! I can now go to bed with both Christopher Hitchens and Stephen Fry, oh how happy I am.
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