Rambly

So I'm older once again.

A lot of people kept asking me about my "first drink" and if I'm excited. The thing is my first drink was sometime back when I was four or five. (I didn't like it. Nor at six, nor ten, nor the miscellaneous other times.)

Actually, there's a lot of stuff I don't drink. When I was a little kid, about the same time I was still young enough to confuse wine and juice for a few crucial seconds, I was told that the variety of fizzy drinks I wouldn't touch were a grown-up taste I'd like later. My preschool peers took this as a challenge. I tried it, decided I didn't like it, and figured that if it was something older people liked, I'd just wait until I started liking it at some future point in time. I still can't drink anything carbonated.

I apply the same principle to alcohol. I continue to apply it even after it became evident it was obviously untrue, because peer pressure has failed me and apparently there's really little else to convince me to keep trying to like something until at some point I do.

So my first legal drink, then. Except that everyone seems to forget that your parents can legally give you alcohol, and also, it was yesterday afternoon which meant I was underage by about one full day. (Mom remembers the time I was born, but forgot how many hours time difference. It should be sometime around noon or morning.) It's weird how big of a deal it was to the adults, though.

Also, today was spring. Almost every year there's a snowstorm on my birthday, and today it was spring. We're really, really fucked.

A very nice day for the end of the world, though.