So I turned 24 this year, and like most years lately it just depresses me. It feels like I should be something by now, you know have a job? Maybe have a family and some kids. Who knows, something more than I have now.
This year however I really felt old. You know how when people get older, they don't want anyone to know it's their birthday. It was like that. I did something for my birthday this year that I'm sure puts me in a small group of people, who like myself would never wish this upon another person. I had the unfortunate task of carrying my great aunts casket to her grave.
For my 24th birthday, when most people go out and get drunk and celebrate, I had to attend a funeral. And because of this, there was really no attention put on me, it was as if my birthday no longer mattered. As if all of a sudden I was old enough to not expect gifts, a cake, or the tradition singing of "Happy Birthday". That is what shook me that I really need to start doing something more with my life. It wasn't the funeral. It was the lack of attention.
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