Monday, Dec. 02, 2002

So, who really wants to be 21 anyway?

So, who really wants to be 21 anyway?

Ok so does anyone but me find it odd that it is already DECEMBER?! My pal Ryan is in love with this month. I mean I am too but it is just weird that is has already came.

My friend, Noemi, is going to be 21 this month. Which means a couple things. Number 1 she can buy me beer, number 2 I will be that golden age in only 7 months, and number 3.. er there is no number three. But holy mother of God! Twenty motherfucking one years old? Holy shit. I mean after 21 it is all down hill. I mean you have nowhere to go but old people era. After 21 you have nothing to look forward to really when it comes to age.

Ok, think about it. When you are like 4 you just can't wait to become 5. Why? Because your age can now be counted on two hands. And when you are 9 you can't wait to become 10. Why you ask? Because then you will be in the double digits.

Then when you are 12 you can't wait to be 13. Because then you are a certified teenager! At 15 you can't wait to be 16 (more girls than boys). That supposedly signifies you as becoming a woman.

17 comes rolling along and you just want you 18th birthday. Then you are legal to buy cigarretes (which sucks if you don't smoke, but hey you can always pay younger kids to buy them cigs ya know?). Plus we can't forget the all partiotic part of your 18th birthday. You can vote AND join the military (if you have the balls).

At 20 you can't wait to be 21. That's the stage I am at now. Then you are at the 100$ bonafide legality of the country and you can drink (legally). It kinda infringes on the fun being since it is legal but its like when you turn 18, you can pay people to let you buy them beer.

But think about it. After 21? What is there to look forward to? When 30 comes rolling along you totally feel old because you are out of your 20's. So everyone just dreads that awful number 29. Before you know it you are 36, holding down a job that you probably hate but have to have to keep your family supported, have 3 kids, a house you can't afford, and maybe even a spouse that you secretly can't stand. Then 40... 50... before you know it you are 78 years old with wrinkles and 4895048 grandchildren.

So, who really wants to be 21 anyway? I sure as hell don't.