Today is the first day of my adulthood. At least, what is commonly known as adulthood.
When it comes to writing, to write about yourself is often the hardest thing to do. The same way you can only see yourself through a mirror or in pictures and videos, you can never discern the person you are from any other perspective but your own, and it is this perspective that often cripples an accurate judgement of self. What people say about you or what you see in pictures and video is really just a distorted version of yourself. So yes, writing about myself right now is really tough. But I owe it upon myself on this day to at least try.
So to start, you have to know that I had not celebrated my birthday for the past four years. Ever since I was seventeen I had been overseas in some way or another, whether it was family or Army. I never really bothered to host a party or anything after I was back and so my birthday went largely unacknowledged for the whole time, only put out in words on a social media post or a casual “oh your birthday past already right?” remark.
Though I would be in Singapore for my 21st, I didn’t want that to change. I believed that birthdays didn’t really mean much, that the celebration of self should be a daily affair, played out subtly and comfortably. I only intended to invite my four close secondary friends and my family to my house with a small cake and some simple food. I never intended for anything great though my friends had been pushing for it.
So when the day it came, I could sense some stirring in the air, that there was something that was going to happen that I was not entirely sure about. There was a lot of wasted time, a lot of dragging me around and I started to think that there may be something going on. I was spending way too much time outside my house and not doing enough inside. My friends assured this was so I could rest as the birthday boy but heck I wasn’t born yesterday. Something was up.
As I was led to my own home, I was (unsurprisingly) blindfolded by Ee Wei and Clement, led into the comfortable space of my living room. As I felt the warm wooden flooring on my feet and some mumbling all around I began to suspect that perhaps everyone was here. I’m totally not ready to face this was really all I could think.
And so with that, the blindfold was taken off.
Thank you for coming and thanks to those that had wished me as well. It really made for a special day in an age where special days are becoming so hard to come by. To say I am touched would be the ultimate understatement.
Thank you, and I hope to see everyone soon 🙂