Feels old, and not as fun as 21 felt. I was so excited about 21, it was all I wanted, all I wished for, but 22, not really.
There is no excitement, no expectations. It's just like another day.
I am in India, celebrating my birthday here after a very long time, and it feels strange. There are friends who made sure they wish at 12 am sharp, and generally as a kid, I have always looked forward to that. But I guess, after 21, it all stops. So weirddd.
I am sure someone who is 25 is reading this, will feel I am being ridiculous. But oh well!!! That's how I feel right now, can't help it.
It's good to be home though. See your parents smile. See your sister excited. See your friends wish you and say, "thank god, you are here for once." I am glad I am here because of them at least. :)
In India we make the birthday girl or guy pay for everything on their birthday. In America, it’s the other way around, so when I went there for the first birthday parties, I was like “What, no treats, this country sucks.” Lol! But I am so used to that now, that on a friend’s birthday in Germany, when people were making her pay for everything I was like “What, you want her to pay, you guys suck.” How places change you. It’s worth experiencing!
By now I thought I am used to culture shocks I receive, but apparently not. Cultures still amaze me and catch me by surprise. I am still uncertain so many times about whether what I said offended someone or not. Not using the curse words is hard, but I am working on it. Not that people will mind, but one never knows.
Europeans, if I may generalize (thanks to my polish gang, and then all kinds of exchange students I hang out with) are very together staying people. They like to take care of each other, care about the family, and like to make birthdays about drinking. The bottom like is definitely having loads of beer in Germany, loads of vodka in Poland and loads of wine in France. So this birthday party I attended today is right now almost on the verge of ending in my apartment right now. I can still manage to write with all the people shouting their lungs out, how amazing is that J. So anyways, the party started with everyone bringing beer pretty much, the Polish bringing the cake and balloons and the Americans (like me) coming empty handed. Embarrassing! But we don’t give presents if we know the person since 20 days, we are like that (I hope other Americans agree, even though I am far from being one yet). People kissing people, you know the greetings types, people drinking beer and getting drunk after 10 beers, people forgetting the birthday girl pretty much and drinking some more. That’s all it was. It was fun. A German told me that’s how we celebrate everything, by drinking beer. So that was my first birthday party. I don’t even know why I am writing about it, but its nice to experience new things and then put them down on paper. Memories. They make me happy J.
oh well, i didnt explain much about the birthday, did i. Please excuse this one, its a tipsy post. I had to write it for some reason. Helps me calm down when I am pissed. That's another story. Some time later may be!
