I celebrated my 23rd birthday recently. Please don't quote that Blink-182 song, it's not funny. It sucked donkey balls.
Night before the birthday I kind of had fun. Got a bit turnt up. Rocked out hard, built a new setlist for the band. Updated a track on the Rap Channel.
Actual day-of I hung out with the family. My mother was drunk and informed me I belong to her. She's a very stubborn lady. They don't think I can live independently as an adult, even if I can and cleaning the toilet is suuuuper hard. Realizing the finality of it all knowing my life is like 3/4 over and all I have to show is educational bullshit, mixtapes, and grade_calculator.c I blocked her number.
Our friends went out to party. First of all, everyone at that party was either a teacher or a cop-in-training. That's not a party. That's a nightmare. Bad puns. "Haha can you arrest me?" I mean you're trying to get laid but weren't you the stoner kid?
Two of my friends may or may not have smashed the girls that are cops. But still. They were dumb as fuck. Like it's easy but hoollyyyyy shit. Also double points for Dad being a sergeant. University truly was a "get drunk for 4 years" thing.
Someone had shr00ms in a drawer. How much? About a gram. That's an "average" trip around here. Da fuq? Microdosing? We used to do megadosing. Like 7-10 routinely It's how you understand how the universe actually works.
I was cheesed off because I was bored out of my mind so I demanded we decide to do some reckless shit after leaving this party. I leveraged the fact I was birthday boy to get my co-conspirators in on this. I wanted to go knock over a garbage can to remind myself I'm still a thing. We never got to that point. My friend drove backwards through a roundabout. Edgy. It's like 1am in a suburb, there's no traffic. Best I did was throw a pizza crust out the window. And be unusually candid with an Uber driver.
I'm scared. People just have this kind of dead look in their eyes. It's like when you're a hormonally crazed adolescent you feel bad because your life is a living nightmare. Now? Holy shit am I bored.
So I work. I work insanely hard just so I don't feel like nothing is happening at all. This too is cliché but I have a definitive plan to get t.f. out of this place by year end.
Want to know who hates me for that? Everyone. Parents, friends, nobody thinks it's a good idea. Which is why I do it.