everyone around me are celebrating their 21st birthdays... well most i know are already 21. is it such a big deal? being 21? isn't that just another number, an arbitrary way of keeping track of the years... what if our numbering system began with 12? that'll make us 33. would 33 then carry the same connotations 21 carries now? what if our numbering system is counted in negatives...
point is.. what's with the magic 21? i don't dig the freedom and adulthood crap. who defines adulthood as beginning from 21. who defines that once u hit the 21 life is different! to me, being 20, 21, 22, 19, 18 are just numbers. a couple of numbers put together supposing to mean something.
but that's not to say i don't feel more 'grown up'. last year i could still say i felt like a kid, stuck at 18 and that 2 yrs of university life didn't seem to have made that much of a difference. but subtly... subtly that feeling's gone and disappeared and i'm beginning to feel my age... feel the sense of my age. and sometimes i think : hey i am kinda big now huh... and then i feel jaded...
you look at the freshies and you think: we'll see how long they last. you look at presentations, essays and tests and you go: not again! and roll your eyes, and then you look at the freshies again and say once more: we'll see how long they last, this time with some sort of a vengence.
i think it's a mixture of envy (where did my enthusiasiam go?) and disdain (year 1s..pah!); a wish that you were that 'young' again and yet thankful you aren't all giddiness and fluff (were we ever like that?) ... ah well...
anyway envy and disdain aside, i've got to go... a friend of mine is treating us to ice cream...in celebration for her 21st... whatever i might say abt turning 21, i still wouldn't miss it for the world. because when you've gone through 17,18,19 and 20 and are now going through 21 together, these numbers suddenly take on a whole new meaning yes?
cheers to age and 21...
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