Alright, I’m turning 21 on the 12th of August… but i don’t feel 21… i mean, i feel like I’ve matured but not so much that i have a 21 year old mentality… i feel old enough and confident but not as in “WOW, I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT!!!”… And the thing that doesn’t help is that people i know who ask how old I’m gonna be on my birthday and i say 21, they laugh as if i just told a joke… they think I’m turning 18!!!!

It’s weird and confusing… did all of you people, yea you, the people reading my blog, have u ever thought this way on your 21st birthday? Or the few days before it… the few last days of you being 20 years old… 20 is a big number for me, and 21 is even bigger even though it’s just one year older… i dunno, I’m just a tiny bit confused and thinking a lot these days… i mean, ok, should i be sad and angry at myself for not learning enough from life? Should i be mad cos i don’t feel mature enough for 21 or that I’m just too stupid to be 21? Or should i be happy that i AM mature enough for 21 and it’s just that i have what they call a “youthful soul”? And that i just feel younger than 21 generally and it doesn’t affect my intelligence…

I don’t know if any of you thought about stuff like this in this way on your 21st birthday… i know you’re all intelligent and mature people (yea, you guys!)… But should i be confused? Happy? Or sad and angry at myself? i mean, most people would be busy laughing and joking that they’re mature enough to drink and sleep around but I’m thinking about my state of mind and how experienced in life i am to actually qualify to be 21…

Anyways, back to real life and away from my busy busy mind and weird thoughts and views on life…

I’m having a party on Friday at my house, it’ll hopefully be a lot of fun cos the food will be great and the guests even greater and the music is all ready… it’ll be a diverse party cos i have a variety of friends and family friends… the music will be a mix of Arabic, Kuwaiti, Sharqi, English Rap and Hip-Hop, and a little bit of Spanish… the food will be from a restaurant and some chickadees (my friends) are thinking of bringing dishes and some family friends have some contributions, too… so it’ll be a party that a lot of people would end up talking about all week :p

This is all i have in mind right now cos I’m already too busy thinking about what i wrote in the first paragraph…

*sighs*

I don’t have an ending to this post, but i leave you all with a last saying…

“We are born naked, wet and hungry. Then things get worse.”