Happy May 1st! It's that time of the year ago: the one-month countdown to my birthday! But this time it's completely different, because this year marks the year that I'm no longer a teenager. While that is both thrilling and horrifying at the same time, I'm both relieved and generally neutral on the idea of it being my birthday.
I'm sick and tired of people saying "oh my god, you're so young!" or "you're such a baby!" when they find out I'm only 19. It's especially annoying when it comes from people you work with. While 19 isn't exactly ancient, you should never call someone "young" or "a baby" if they're only two or three years younger than you. Trust me, it pisses them off. A lot. Usually meeting new people includes the question "so how old are you?" and people never believe me when I say my real age. My favorite response? "Wow, I thought you were at least 20." Wow, you really thought I was a few months older than I actually am? Cool.
So while it's exciting to finally be old enough where people think I'm in the correct age-bracket, my birthday isn't really all the exciting to me anymore. I mean, what can you honestly do when you're 20? When you turn 16 you get your license, when you turn 18 you're legal, and when you turn 21 you can legally drink alcohol. What happens you're 20? You just keep going to college and work and pay taxes? Sounds riveting, sign me up pronto. Or in a month...
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