What the big fucking deal about 21st birthdays? I never saw the need to throw a big fit over my 21st, if not for the fact that I was flying off to Hong Kong in a few days, I wouldn't have thrown anything at all.
Maybe 16th birthday was a must-party birthday. But 21? What's so great about turning 21? It means you're locked with expectations, and responsibilities. And you are expected to start to be independent, and successful. You're expected to man up when you fucked up. I think that it's so obnoxious and pretentious to throw a huge 21st party with a crazy theme, it's not like you're achieving a lot in life. Have you seen your parents? How hard they worked to get where they are? Well, we're just getting started, and it's gonna be a long shitty way ahead. Unless of course you're born with a silver fucking spoon in your mouth, you can celebrate your birthday any way you want it, because you're a brat after all.
And the people you'd invite? Everyone, every single one. Even those you haven't spoken to in years, and who are not even close to begin with. Gawd, I hate birthdays.
Now I can sleep in peace.
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