First things first, I just turned 20.
Thank you MGG for that appropriate expression.
I’m entering the third decade of my life and I suppose you can say I’m not so optimistic about it. Jill went on a whole spiel about it and in essence, I’ve learnt that turning twenty sucks. She gave me a list of reasons in my birthday card (thanks Jill) that I want to share but I don’t have the card at hand now. So just trust me on this. As I age year by year, I feel my intelligence fleeing my brain, afraid to live in that musty, yellowing box I call a brain. I walk with a mist of milky substance exuding from my pores as calcium is leached from my bones. Every stair step feels like a mountain, every cookie a potential death treat.
I age in fear.
Hahahaha, I just made myself snigger. Seems like I still haven’t lost the ability to laugh at my moronic self. Take that, high achieving famous youths who make a lot of money and have no need to laugh at themselves!
What I really want to share in this post though, is a dilemma I’m facing. See, I have two brothers. One’s 19 and the other’s 14. The 14 year old, is the one I’m having a problem with. Well, not so much him than the fact that he is in a relationship. Wih a 14 year old girl, just so everyone’s in the loop and not suspecting anything else. He’s in a relationship that according to Facebook, involves cringe and gag worthy exchanges such as “muacks muacks” and “baby” and “muacks? wouldn’t it be better if we were doing it for real”. I about died when I saw the last one. I think I did because I had an out of body experience and I had the idea that someone set me up for some hidden camera thing.
I mean come on, at 14! Isn’t that too young? At 14, I was still waiting for normal body parts to arrive! But maybe I’m the abnormal one who has never had a significant other in her life before. But seriously, not too sound too, soap opera-ish, I don’t want my bro doing things that would involve me being an aunt at 20. So me and my other brother decided to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
It didn’t really involve much at first. More like prodding him with veiled questions and general advice not to do ANYTHING stupid. Which I admit is pretty lame and didn’t do anything except put a permanent expression of mild panic on his face. He did have a hilarious full blown expression of panic on his face when we told him we knew everything though. I had a one-to-one talk with him though which relieved me a little. But I still want him to break it off with this girl. Is that wrong of me? Should he be allowed to date? We haven’t told my parents yet but I know what their stand would be. Growing up, it was drilled in our heads that we are not to have relationships as long as we were in school. Education above any matters of the heart!
So that was how my birthday ended. I spent the afternoon/evening with fantastic friends and ended the day with a dose of family drama. But what’s new right? Even as I age a year older, my family still manages to churn out some form of family drama be it from family politics or from brothers who I finally realise are growing up in other aspects as well. I may not like it but it’s impossible to like everything in life. But I suppose it’s worth living just for those extra special magical moments that are far and few between.
Like a sunny smiling balloon.
