Filed under: Life sucks what else is new? | Tags: 13, birthday, celebrations, teenage
You would think that finally becoming a teenager would be one of the best days of your life. I mean, you’re not at the kiddy table, you don’t order from the kids menu, and you don’t get in trouble for watching PG-13 movies; how awesome is that? Well for me, it wasn’t all that exciting. When I told my friends and my sisters that I didn’t feel any older, more mature, or not even the slightest bit special, they told me that in the inside, I had been 13 for a long time.
Now, I guess that’s a good thing and more people should act older than they are, but I wanted to feel special and I wanted to actually do stuff on my birthday. I learned that I shouldn’t get my hopes up a looong time ago, but I thought that the day I turned 13 would be different. Wrong! Actually, nothing special happened on my birthday. No friends, half of my family was there, no movie or shopping or anything. Just cake, ice cream, Chili’s, a new pair of shoes, a camera, ‘C’ sticky notes, a sharpie, mints, and some cards. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate everything I got, and I don’t want to sound greedy, but I kinda expected to have something big happen; at least a party.
This year my actual birth day was celebrated a day before it actually was because we were too busy on my actual birthday. So my “birthday celebrating day” consisted of shopping for my sister’s desk, going to a few different stores, not going to the one I really wanted to because she didn’t want to, her getting pissed, and working on a project. Fun, right?! I totally felt like my birthday didn’t even much matter. But you know what’s wierd, I feel guilty about feeling like I didn’t matter. Is that unusual? I don’t know. I really wish I didn’t feel like this.
My 13 birthday was like no other birthday I’ve ever had. Out of the six kids in my family, only three were there; including me. Two were at college and one was/is in a totally different country. That part kind of sucked. Also, you know what sucks even more? I haven’t even had a birthday party yet. You wanna know when my birthday was? March freaking 30. It’s been exactly one month and one day since my birthday, and we haven’t done anything about it.
