My Coming of Age
They say that the more birthdays you celebrate, the more disappointing they become. What’s funny is that even if you are well aware of it, in the days leading up to your birthday, you still hope against all hope that this year – somehow - will be better than the last but when the day comes and goes, you feel disappointed and let down all the same.
When I was younger I simply could not fathom how adults could find their birthday depressing. Well, today, the 2nd of March 2006, my 24th birthday, despite of my pink Care Bear bed sheets and newly purchased Rainbow Brite doll, I became an adult without even realizing it.
When did this transformation happen? How did it slip past and take root without my knowledge. Was I out to lunch when the rug of birthday excitement was pulled out from under me?
One minute I’m happily dreaming of the Sugar-Plum Tree in the garden of Shut-Eye Town, and the next I’m lying stiff as a board under the afore mentioned Care Bear sheets, wallowing in self-pity and wondering where my 23rd year went.
Somehow I expected my ‘coming of age’ to be better than this: to be without the jaded feelings. I’m disappointed once again.
What’s new?
“The only world that won’t disappoint you is the one you make up in your head”.
-Ally Mc Beal-
