It was my seventeenth birthday 9 days ago.
Usually when birthdays come around, one celebrates another year of existing on this rotating planet. Presents fall upon them and cake is usually consumed (unless they're from the third world we so desperately seek to feed). But this year, my birthday was nothing special.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't deprived of a party or anything like that. In fact I had a really nice one; there was cake and a hot guy (sadly not a stripper). But this seventeenth birthday was the beginning of the end. This symbolised the fact that I'm on the verge of being a fully-fledged member of the adult world. In 356 days I gain membership into a whole new, scary world.
And for a twonk as small and erratic as myself, this signifies more scary things like maturity and responsibility and (Gallifrey forbid) a life that only I can control.
This is the beginning of the end... the start of an unexpected journey into sight and sound...
And I don't know where this will end or where I'll go. No one ever does and no one is ever considerate enough to write a guidebook so that the twonks of this universe have a means of navigating such a big, scary world.
It can be a truth universally acknowledged that perhaps it's not about needing to know where one will end up, but it's nice to know what to expect. Which I don't, due to the lack of a guidebook.
You could expect that someone somewhere wrote a guidebook for such a purpose as directing people how to live. Aren't adults meant to guide the inexperienced youth?
I was talking to my school chaplain the other day and she commented on the short amount of time I have left at school.
"Only a while to go; then you'll be free as a bee" she said, as she stared into the sunset-deprived hellhole that enforces my education.
I don't have anything against bees or freedom. In fact, it could be quite liberating to live life as a bumblebee. But the thought of unfolding my wings with no idea of how to fly is horrifically daunting.
So I suppose (to summarise everything in this twaddle-filled post) that in less than 356 days, I'll begin an odyssey.
Odyssey is my new favourite word. I love the taste of it on my tongue when I speak it (I also love to say the name 'Ianto'). I love the way it sounds like a whisper. But when you take away the joy it brings to my senses, it's also a great word.
And in light of my future odyssey, I have decided to (eventually) move all my future blog posts to another one. Like the direction of life, I don't entirely know what will happen or what the outcome may be. Heck, I don't even know when the odyssey/blog posts will begin. It's all rather chaotic and poorly planned, isn't it? Perhaps it's going to bugger up or perhaps I'll be a billionaire by the age of 30. No one really knows the outcome, so fingers crossed that all goes well.
PS: The lack of posts has been due to an all-consuming holiday. The holiday had the insatiable hunger of a tapeworm; it devoured my life with things like food, friends, Supernatural and Torchwood. No one was spared such wrath; not even the children...
Usually when birthdays come around, one celebrates another year of existing on this rotating planet. Presents fall upon them and cake is usually consumed (unless they're from the third world we so desperately seek to feed). But this year, my birthday was nothing special.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't deprived of a party or anything like that. In fact I had a really nice one; there was cake and a hot guy (sadly not a stripper). But this seventeenth birthday was the beginning of the end. This symbolised the fact that I'm on the verge of being a fully-fledged member of the adult world. In 356 days I gain membership into a whole new, scary world.
And for a twonk as small and erratic as myself, this signifies more scary things like maturity and responsibility and (Gallifrey forbid) a life that only I can control.
This is the beginning of the end... the start of an unexpected journey into sight and sound...
And I don't know where this will end or where I'll go. No one ever does and no one is ever considerate enough to write a guidebook so that the twonks of this universe have a means of navigating such a big, scary world.
It can be a truth universally acknowledged that perhaps it's not about needing to know where one will end up, but it's nice to know what to expect. Which I don't, due to the lack of a guidebook.
You could expect that someone somewhere wrote a guidebook for such a purpose as directing people how to live. Aren't adults meant to guide the inexperienced youth?
I was talking to my school chaplain the other day and she commented on the short amount of time I have left at school.
"Only a while to go; then you'll be free as a bee" she said, as she stared into the sunset-deprived hellhole that enforces my education.
I don't have anything against bees or freedom. In fact, it could be quite liberating to live life as a bumblebee. But the thought of unfolding my wings with no idea of how to fly is horrifically daunting.
So I suppose (to summarise everything in this twaddle-filled post) that in less than 356 days, I'll begin an odyssey.
Odyssey is my new favourite word. I love the taste of it on my tongue when I speak it (I also love to say the name 'Ianto'). I love the way it sounds like a whisper. But when you take away the joy it brings to my senses, it's also a great word.
odyssey: a long and eventful/adventurous journey or experience
And in light of my future odyssey, I have decided to (eventually) move all my future blog posts to another one. Like the direction of life, I don't entirely know what will happen or what the outcome may be. Heck, I don't even know when the odyssey/blog posts will begin. It's all rather chaotic and poorly planned, isn't it? Perhaps it's going to bugger up or perhaps I'll be a billionaire by the age of 30. No one really knows the outcome, so fingers crossed that all goes well.
PS: The lack of posts has been due to an all-consuming holiday. The holiday had the insatiable hunger of a tapeworm; it devoured my life with things like food, friends, Supernatural and Torchwood. No one was spared such wrath; not even the children...
