Like the title says, I hate growing up. Losing another year but gaining one in age, one step closer to the end. You’re 18 now you get to vote, but also can get tried as an adult and go to jail. I can go to jail and be tried like an adult yet I’m still treated like a kid, I don’t understand.

One of the things I hate most about growing up is my birthday. Actually, I don’t really hate it, I guess it just never usually goes well. I stopped having parties when I was around 9 or 10 maybe earlier. After that, it just kind of became an afterthought. Something always happened at my party, that made it weird or awkward. In worse cases, people just forget. My Birthday has never really truly felt like “my day.”

One thing I do love doing is making my friends’ birthdays the best. I tell them “Happy Birthday!” every time I see them. I make sure everyone knows it’s their birthday and of course, I announce it to everyone, I love when people do that. I’ve held a couple of successful surprise parties and succeeded in distracting the birthday person long enough for others to decorate. Although I am really bad at gift-giving, and I always trust delivery companies way too much, I always remember the gift. I always try my best to make it a good day, but I don’t remember the last time I had one.

I missed out on my quinceñera which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, because of covid. I’m turning 18, and I can’t even enjoy It because there is so much going on. The basketball game is canceled, my advisory dinner is also canceled, I can’t have a birthday dinner because no one can take me, and I have a huge audition the next day. On top of all that I have homework, a supplemental video, a story, and this blog post to write. Oh yeah and how can I forget I also have to apply to other colleges, learn my lines for the play, and practice for my audition.

Lucky for me I finished most of that early, but I’m still not very excited for my birthday. I’ve always wanted a huge surprise party, and even though I’m older and I would love money as a gift, I also love Legos. I’ve always wanted a charm bracelet, I love the Italian ones, and of course, earrings/ necklaces never hurt. Some friends remember and I love them for that. They text me early, bring or make my gifts, announce it to the school, they remember.

This birthday was okay one of the better ones actually. In no way am I calling anyone out or trying to make anyone feel bad, I just thought I’d get it all out. Anyway, I had to write about something, this made the most sense. I just hope one day I have a birthday that actually feels like one. One big celebration, maybe one day. 🙂