Then, the event comes. You get that magic number, you've had your moments, and then the next day, it feels like nothing happened, as if it was a normal day.
That is pretty much what I'm feeling at this point. I don't even know how the hype for a certain event came to form, or why it was even brought up. I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't want to go through with it, but I guess due to some tradition that has lasted for centuries, I guess I had to.
This is how bad it is to have so much thought swimming around in my head. I don't know what to say, or I don't know whether to be straightforward or vague.
Probably, it's because of this birthday analogy of getting gifts. I guess that perfectly suits my point quite well.
If I wanted a car, and knowing me, being a teenager and my mom being a cheap, insurance agent, I'm pretty confident that I'm going to get the shitty old car with carpets that smell like cat piss, and an exterior that has possibly been scratched by cats.
Then, on my birthday, I get a car that is brand new. Leather interior, leather everything, GPS, bling on the rims, a sick sound system.... It's like, "What the hell did I fucking do to get this?", Where's the one that I expected to get?
I still can't believe that life gave me the car that I didn't expect to get. I mean I did want it before, but I've gone to accept the fact that I wasn't getting the shiny car. Hell, I've accepted it that I told myself that I wasn't going to buy a car, and instead get a moped - something totally different from a car.
But now, I don't even know. Do I return the car, or do I run away with it and have a joyride?
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