It's my birthday and i feel really old
I t’s may 8th 2023, 23:56 as i’m writing this. In a few minutes i’ll no longer be 17. 17 was like the perfect middle, not the youngest but not old. 17 was the beginning of the end of my young years. It’s now midnight, it’s may 9th of 2023 and i’m officially 18 years old. I feel like there should be some sort of dramatic thing happening right now to illustrate this new transition in my life. But nothing i’m just 18, this age is just the allegory of stress and pressure to me. 18 means i’m no longer a kid and i am taken seriously like i wasn’t in precedent years. I am now required to uphold my civic responsibility and become an active participant in democratic society. I will have politic debates with my friends and argue with them while having an “apéro”. I will have to sign every single one of my important documents with my childlike signature that i need to refine. I will become “has-been” and my little cousin Sandra will make fun of me in the same way i made fun of...
