Teenage Wasteland

Well here I am a week away from my 20th birthday. Damn that's been quick. Twenty is one of the those arbitrary birthdays where yes I am no longer a teenager (in the same sense of going from twelve to thirteen) but other than that it is not significant at all. Not like when I turned sixteen and could get my drivers license or when I turned eighteen and I registered to vote or when I turn twenty-one and will be able to buy and consume alcohol legally.

Nope, its just another day. But for those of you who know me, every birthday is just another day. I don't understand celebrating the passage of time. Sure its nice to know how old I am but I can just realize that every January 21 I am a year older. Sure its nice to have a day that's your "own" and people "celebrate" you with gifts, greetings, and cards. All aspects of it are fun, but why does there need to be a special day as a birthday for people to make that extra effort. For the most part all the people who will be wishing me a Happy Birthday next Friday are people who I am in regular contact with but without a doubt there will be a handful of people who make the extra effort to talk to me or such just because its my birthday. Maybe they are being nice, but if they must use extra effort to do it, why bother? I guess this is just cynical Greg.

Yes next Friday January 21 is my birthday but it will just be another day. Sure I'll have fun, but I have fun everyday. I'll too put on my pants one leg at a time (wait I might sit on my bed and slide both legs on at the same time just because it is my birthday). So do what you like but I'll know who really cares. Don't feel obligated to wish me a "happy" birthday just because its my birthday, because you won't score any extra points with me. But for those of you who do mean it, who do care, and who do like me...thanks I appreciate it.

Wow, I'm almost a "twenty-something" and that sounds scary as hell. Because "twenty-something" means you are supposed to be doing something with your life. You are supposed to have a job. You are supposed to be a in "serious" relationship. You are supposed to be thinking about your future. I guess what I am getting at is you are supposed to be an "adult" and who wants to be that. Adult means having real responsibilities and real concerns. I don't want any of those things. But do I want to live in "teenage wasteland" forever? I think not. I guess this is life. Things change and I'll change with them and all I know is I have 4 more years of college ahead of me and that in essence will be "teenage wasteland plus some".

Well I've only got limited time left to spend in "teenage wasteland" so I'm going to go waste away.