I Must Admit...

"Vanity is so secure in the heart of man that everyone wants to be admired: even I who write this, and you who read this."  -- Blaise Pascal

I would very much like to be sleeping right now, but find myself for some reason unable.  I think it may have something to do with the two previous nights of heavy drinking and sleeping until 1:00 this afternoon.  That's what happens when you turn 21, though.  You go out and drink and everybody likes you.  I usually try not to make a big deal about my birthday, I feel like I'm rubbing it in someone's face to mention it.  Last year I got a few calls days after my birthday, but no one even acknowledged me on the day of.  Sure, I don't like to make a big deal of birthdays, but I must admit that I like it when others do.  I must now foolishly admit my own vanity.  I like this birthday over all the others because people payed attention to me.  Not to say that no one ever does, but that it was a bit of an ego boost to have people say and do nice things.  This girl I just met on Monday bought me lunch on Wednesday, which was delicious.  Erin got me Edward Scissorhands, which is totally awesome.  People took me out and bought me free drinks.  We're having that huge party that I mentioned on the 10th.  Gonna be great.

I hate knowing that I am being selfish and vain.  It's difficult to even admit that I am being concieted.  Then I realized that there are times when everyone acts a little selfish or vain, and while it may not necessarily be a good thing, it is at the very least understandable.  Of course, all the attention from other people was not the only good thing about turning 21.  I used to get carded all the time, and I'm sure I still will.  But I never shelled out the money for a fake ID, so I could never go to bars until now.  It turns out that going to the bar (while being very expensive) also happens to be a very social thing.  Which is good, if you ask me.  And even though you didn't ask me, I'm telling you anyway.  Talk about vainty, eh?  I do not like being awake at 4:00 in the morning and feeling very arrogant because I felt important thanks to my birthday.  But I suppose you have to enjoy the 21st birthday, since it's really the last "big" birthday you have.  All the others dont' really mark any momentous changes in your life.  Gary said the next milestone birthday is when you're old enough to get social security, and that's not much to celebrate.

Before I go, I choose to share a link to a comic I found while not sleeping.  Sigh Whatever.

"Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself." 
-- Tom Wilson