November 21st, 2005
|12:40 pm - 20|
Well, it's come and gone without much notice.
My birthday was yesterday, and I turned 20. I am now two decades old. *winceshudder*
As my younger sister, Lauren, said, when I called to thank my family for the presents they sent me, the first things she said was (and I quote): "Oh, hi, Erin! You're old now!"
Technically I'm not supposed to angst over things anymore.
So not happening.
Y'know, I really don't feel any different from when I was 19. I'm somewhat of a kid at heart - those who know me can testify to that one - and I really have no problem with it. Why should I change now that society says that I'm supposed to be a 'responsible adult' now? (And what's a 'responsible adult' anyway?)
Mya. Society's strictures are not for me. I am not normal, I am above normal, and I like it that way.
As someone very wise once said, "Growing older is mandatory. Growing up isn't." And I don't intend to. I enjoy being the slightly-immature, slightly-insane, bouncy, LARPing, has-other-personalities, sword-wielding, otaku-ish me that I am now, and am growing into.
Despite the highly probable disapproval of my parents and former peers, I am becoming a different person, and I have those about me who like me the way I am, and encourage me to become the best I am (not to mention inflicting me with their own personal brand of insanity, which I have this odd tendency to pick up)(you know who you are)(yes, you)(stop trying to look innocent).
This year - this half-year - has been more eventful than any other in my life (that I remember, at least). Even the year in the U.K. doesn't top this, because while that was lots of things happening, it wasn't in my life. In the way I see the world. In the way I am. Being 'pulled through the looking-glass' in more ways than one.
I like this side of the looking-glass.
Many thankies for those who gave gifts, hugs and 'happy birthday's. *hugs*
Current Mood: contemplative