Happy birthday, you're a jerk now!

I’ll be fourteen years old tomorrow.
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy one year closer to your death!... Oh wait.

I used to be very excited by my birthday; after all, it was cake and party and movies and ice skating day. But recently I’ve cared less and less about how old I am. It just hardly seems to matter. I have the first birthday in my eighth grade class and for that reason, everyone remembers it. I was the first teenager, the first one into double-digits. I almost wish everyone would forget so that I could, as well. I don’t want to keep a record of how long I have left to live.

I’d rather not have to do all the things people my age are supposed to do. I’m supposed to wear make up, have my first joint, hate my parents, neglect my school work. I’m not the kind of person who loses their head every time a tragedy rolls over, who screams and throws fits because they lost their favorite skirt, but that’s what the age I’m approaching is supposed to do.

I know these years teach a lot of lessons, but I’d rather skip all the hormonal outbursts, excessive masturbation, angry shouting, and smoking. I know that I have the option not to be a part of the teen machine, but it doesn’t matter to anyone besides me if I do or I don’t, because it’s everyone’s assumption.

Furthermore, my birthday marks another year closer and another year’s responsibility. I don’t want any more responsibility; I can hardly contain the little that I have. Maybe I’m immature because I don’t read Gossip Girl or worry if it’s okay to like a boy that has a small penis. Maybe all the trash I don’t want to absorb makes me younger in personality than everyone else.

I don’t know, it just seems all these expectations about dangerous behavior are not just expectations but a prediction for the future. I’d hate to become one of the girls who’ll stop playing soccer because that’s for guys, who’ll wear the shortest skirt they can get out of the house with, or who’ll hide all her booze under the bed.

Obviously, this is all my choice. It comes down to my will power to stay away from the teenage mobs and their irrational behavior. At some point, I’m going to have to assume the responsibility that comes with age, but I think I can hold out for just a little longer. I can hold out.
Posted on November 14th, 2007 at 02:29am

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