On my way to church today I was reflecting on turning 18. To me the significance attached to the ages of 16, 18 and 21 is almost arbitrary. How is it that society, or the state, deems me mature enough to bring life into this world (ie have sex) at 16, whereas I can only drink at 18? Shouldn't the first be a weightier matter in terms of consequence? And what is it about 21 that makes me an adult? A century ago I'd probably be married at my age. Now, it is only when I am a year above 20 that I am eligible to vote, buy a house, drive a car. The numbers almost seem silly.
Anyway, my buddy group surprised me with a cake! Louisa had some of those candles that never go out no matter how many times you blow them, but hers didn't work. They went out with one snuff. Humph. I'd always wanted to see one of those in action. And John got me a Graceland keychain that spells my name.
My birthday is much more subdued this year with the absence of my parents. I spent dinner in the Kuali, an Asian buffet restaurant at Suntec that is definitely NOT worth the price. I'm never going back there again. But I'll bet it would have been better if my parents were around. It is lonely to eat with just my brother as company, not that that's bad, but it just feels so much more quiet.
I think I shall uncork a bottle of wine tomorrow and toast myself to a great year ahead, haha. And then to count my blessings.
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