It was as a nice birthday, celebrated at home with a casual gathering of family, congratulations from neighbours, some laughing and some eating.
Guests primarily brought cash. Ooh! And I got a marzipan covered cream pie* with a picture of myself, dressed as Napoleon Bonaparte, printed on op of it.
Yeah, that was cool.
*Since English is not my native language I wondered wich word would be best to describe what I got, cake or pie?
So I looked up the term cake, pie, cream cake and 'cream pie' and that last word just returned the nastiest results, well, that's another learning moment.
Nothing but good memories.
But in stark contrast to my 18th, are those of my 20th birthday.
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kahlua
Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 5:47 am
All I could think of was getting older, which I really hate. I haven't grown up mentally. Also thought about how pathetic I was because most people would have a big 18 birthday party and invite friends.
I've had a similar kind of experience at my twentieth birthday last March, I'm still recovering from the depression that followed.
I felt pathetic because in the days leading up to my birthday I realized that most people of my generation graduated from high school, got their drivers license, and are already seated in a train heading for college and an eventual career.
In the days that followed my twentieth birthday I felt left standing at the brink of adulthood seeing my peers pass me in a train that I completely missed.
While I must admit not to be left completely empty handed, I do not hold a single degree that carries any value, nor do I know how to drive a car.
This besides not even having the courage to leave the safe habitat of of home, can at times be quite detrimental to my morale.
While my birthday is no longer celebrated exstensively, the few relatives, the pie and the small amounts of cash are still part of it every year.
This part of the whole birthday thing, the actual celebration, I do appreciate en genuinly enjoy.
For me this years birthday celebration marked the end of another year of missed chances and a whole charade of failures.
(Yes, negative, negative. I'll try to give this post a positive twist below.)
Yet it also marked the beginning of another year of possibilities, and this has already shown in me getting into a moving vehicle since a a long time.
The bend this post back to its more positive start, I can say that every single birthday preceding my 13th was great, lots of friends visiting, much singing, building tents in the attic, getting dirty outside, eating a 'broodje knak', real good times. This was during my 'popular period', I was weird as Al, something that other kids somehow seemed to appreciate.