So I’m turning 18 in about a month or so. Mum keeps bugging me to plan some kind of socially acceptable drunken event, but in all honesty the list of people I would actually want there (and probably the only people that would be interested in my birth date at all) contains maybe 20 people and a 20 people party at this age (is unfortunately) not considered a drunken whore fest and therefore people will sit there all surly like they always do when they don’t have enough to drink to become remotely interesting human beings, and it would suck. I feel like I’m supposed to go “clubbing” at the local spots that people go to but they are so lame in my mind that I can’t even fathom the thought - like every time I hear someone mention “The Brewery” they automatically look like some kind of bogan rat tailed slut whore and I sit there judging them quietly. I probably shouldn’t hate a place simply because people I hate the people who go there so often, but I do so there you go. I mean why would I actually want to voluntarily sit at a place where all of those girls who wear far too much fake tan, skirts that show their uterus when they bend over and who take “selfies” in the bathroom because that’s somehow cool (like ‘lol I took a photo in a bathroom mirror in a public place after I’ve urinated or something watch me become a sociallite darlings”), congregate - it’s like my version of hell. I just can’t stand the vacuity of the whole thing, not to mention I think most people I have met so far in my life are complete fuckwits and sometimes the irritating nature of the whole thing angers me so much that I want to make a scene, with some dramatic and intelligent “you all have no purpose! What are you contributing to the world excluding herpes!?” speech and suddenly they will all mature and become awesome members of society but that won’t happen so I’ll just continue to sit in a corner and wonder if I’m the crazy one or they are all just sub par. Yeah.