Tick Tock - Birthday Blues

What: My birthday

When: 28th October

Where: Can YOU put a place on where time is? BirthDAY people. (Now that I think about it, space-time continuum? - Nah, too complex)

How: The passing of time

Who: Yours truly

Why: Because time never stops ticking.

As you gather from those key points, it's my birthday. Woopdeedoohdah. No idea where that came from. Anyway, birthdays.

A birthday is a time when you celebrate your existence for a certain period of time. So if I live till tomorrow, I can proudly say, I've survived 17 years of this terrible world.

There used to be a time when I used to be proud of the fact that I had lived that long.

e.g. "Mum, I'm 13 now, I'm a TEENAGER!!"

Yeah, well that isn't happening anymore. I feel old already.

"Aw man, I'm 17 now? That's like *counts in head* ONE year away from being an adult"

I'm a bit jealous of Peter Pan. He stays young and keeps his flawless skin. Even Olay Total Effects can't fake 'young boy' skin.

But what can I do to stop time? Don't answer that.

There's always been one thing I wanted to do when I grow up. Tell stories about my life to my grandkids. Stereotypical as it may sound, it SEEMS like a fun thing to do.

That means I need to have an interesting life. For that, I need to have done interesting things. E.g. I drove a car when I was 14. (That's illegal where I come from).

So if I told them that, my grandchildren might think I'm a rebel and I'll get a sick happiness out of it.

Oh, by the way, I drove that car before my 15th birthday just so I could say I did it when I was 14.

That same question came around this year. What can I do, so that I can say I did it when I was 16. Something interesting, something cool.

Answer: Nothing.

I realised then that this birthday wasn't going to be much fun.

1) I was growing older (than I would like)

2) I did nothing interesting in the past 364 days.

"C'est la vie!", as the French say. "That's life!".

Normally, I hate those kind of sayings, and I hate people who quote random things like that but I'll make an exception and say that this time.

Even as I'm writing this, I'm thinking about something interesting I can do. And I realised something so interesting that even the Dalai Lama wouldn't have thought of it.

I changed the font. From default to Trebuchet.

GC: "Hey Grandpa, what did you do when you were 16?"

Me: "I changed fonts"

The good thing about birthdays though, is that you know your true ("How's life?") friends from your "Sup!" acquaintances. True friends make an effort and actually remember my birthday for a start and some even go on to say "Happy Birthday!". "What about presents?", I hear you say. Well, let's just say a handshake is just fine. Refer here because this is what I'm referring to (the Valentine's Day bit)

Magical, ain't it?

Well, this is my last post as a 16 year old.

Hopefully you will see a more mature and attractive me in the next post.

Until the next post, loyal readers.