Sunday, October 23, 2011
So, erm, yes, now I'm sixteen. No party poppers and catcalls and gay rainbow balloons please, I think sixteen is an age where people start to outgrow that instinctual excitement that children have at birthday celebrations. Somehow birthdays no longer seem like a very happy thing. Still special, maybe, but not happy, because they remind you of a year gained and many things lost.
They say "Sweet Sixteen", but personally I believe that there's a large word-bank of S-words that can replace the first in the pair.
Still, I think I have to say I had a pretty good, uh, sort of celebration yesterday. My mom dragged me out to the mall and we had lunch and she bought me a whole bunch of clothes, something I haven't done in over a year I think, watched a romance movie, and today morning she went out to buy this whole box of (expensive-looking) chocolate biscuits while I was asleep and wrote a small card of sorts to wish me happy birthday. Now that was touching. Yeah I'm touched, really, and at times like this I find myself confused as to whether my mom is a bitch or not. She's just so, you know, bipolar. It baffles me and I have no idea how I should deal with her.
I still appreciate everything she's done that definitely deserves appreciation, of course. It's just at times I get so mad at her, and at other times I feel either sorry or grateful and touched. I think all I really wish for is a stable relationship where one side doesn't have to constantly be in preparation for a full-blown mood swing from the other side. It just makes you live life on the tips of your toes and you know, there's a certain lack of...security.
Welp, whatever, I'm sixteen now, and that's probably all that matters for today. There're a lot of things to think about on your birthday. Whether you should be happy or sad is one of them.
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