Hello. Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday. It was rather mediocre. I had a nice steak. I walked around a mall for about an hour doing jack shit. My parents kept asking me what I wanted to do, and I said “There’s nothing I really wanted to do.”. Trying to celebrate a depressed person’s birthday must really suck. I actually have to give my mother credit. Usually she would just lose her temper and tell me that I’m being selfish or something to that effect. Instead she was very patient. Overall it was very mediocre for a birthday. It wasn’t shit, but it wasn’t great either. One thing though. I broke down again. It was while everybody was asleep. We were in our hotel room (We were out of town.) and everyone was asleep. All of a sudden I started crying. I cried silently to myself. Even though I had already thought about it before, it hit me especially hard that night. My childhood was over. All I have to look forward to is working some day job, coming home to an empty apartment, and doing it again the next day. Day after day. Year after year. Until I finally die. I realized that after this year I was going to be alone and miserable working and working and working for things that I don’t even really care about. An empty apartment. Shit like a tv, a car, video games if I’m still into that stuff. And then it hit me that I will probably try to drown myself in it. I’ll probably try to pour all my pointless paychecks into all this “entertainment” in order to find some sort of happiness in it. I know I won’t find any. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs. I wanted to cry so loudly. But I laid there in silence. Then I started to laugh to myself. It was all just one big long joke. My entire life was just a gag. A comedy bit. A punchline. My sides started to contract in silent laughter. I got up quietly and went to the bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror. I saw my eyes. And I started laughing to myself. I whispered “Happy Eighteenth”. I washed my face brushed my teeth and went to bed. Thank you for listening.
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I’m older than you but I can relate to what you said. I’m sorry things ended up this way.
So long as one person out there gets it, I’m good.
Happy belated birthday J Doe! If you haven’t seen Sixteen Candles before it’s great. It’s an 80’s comedy movie about a teen turning 16, her family forgetting her birthday and a myriad of typical teenage issues and angst….funny as hell and my all time favorite movie and I am in my 40s!
My parents forgot about my 18th birthday…how is that possible? You’d think every parent lives for that birthday of all of them. Not mine……I felt like Molly Ringwald in the movie Sixteen Candles….it truly was “just like any other day.”. Maybe it’s because I graduated highscool at 17 instead of 18 like most kids do. I was their youngest too, which makes it even more astounding to me. You’d think they would’ve thrown the biggest party: Hey come celebrate the fact we are no longer legally responsible for any of our 5 children. Wooooo!
Happy Birthday!!!
Geeeeeeeeeeee… You can have a cat or two. They are great!
Your choice of jobs may not be too exciting, but you get to pick a hobby. You could spend your spare time helping others… soup kitchens, mentoring, Habitat for Humanity, tutoring, big brother big sister, animal rescue, political activism, choirs, get out the vote, hospital volunteer, or mime control.
You get to stay out and up late. You can choose to sleep late. Eat what you want. Drink, possibly.
Date. Sex. Marriage. Children. Could be in your future.
Lastly, I would say don’t be so worried about losing your childhood. They actually tend to last until your early 30s, so you have plenty of innocent fun times ahead if you desire.
Welcome to the club tomorrow is my birthday most likely I’ll be doing the same as you man tthis is a very good op
Happy Birthday!
Don’t think of the year ahead. Celebrate that you survived another year… and as far as years go, this last one was an exceptional shithole.