Today is my Eighteenth birthday! Alas, eight and ten years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable people.
“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”
This I believe, is a somewhat pale, yet accurate, representation of how I feel about the majority of my fellow bloggers. If we were to dissect the first half of the above quote that is in bold, we would find that it bears true to my feelings. I do not know most of you as well as I should like, as my communication with other people has been rather non-existent; I would quite like to alter this, as I do enjoy surreal conversations that usually involve random ramblings.
Moving onto the second half of the quote, which is rather more difficult to relate to. I do not consider myself an offensive person, and I cannot help but to believe that Bilbo meant offence to certain members of his party with this line. I do not believe anyone I know, be it in person or through my blog, that I wish I did not know, or thought that they did not deserve to know me.
Anyway, away from the ramblings (I think several cocktails have finally found their way to my brain and made my thoughts all fuzzy. Coincidentally, the cocktail I have been drinking is called a “Fuzzy Navel”). Yes, I am now officially Eighteen, and can now indulge in the many joys that this age brings in Britain, such as:
– Legal consumption of alcohol. Despite this law, I have engaged in many frivolous nights involving alcohol…
– Voting. Not that I am interested in politics, it is just nice to know that I can now vote freely…
– Run away from home. I think this is the defining quality of being Eighteen that I shall enjoy the most.
So really, if you think about it, not a lot has changed in my life from when I was merely a pubescent teenager. Now however, I am a pubescent adult. Don’t you just love oxymorons?