So you are 21, huhh!
No, no it is not my birthday today. And I will complete my 21 a few months later. And yes, unlike girls don’t usually do, I just declared my age correctly in public. Well anyways, the point here is something else. I mean we all have birthdays every year when we celebrate yet another year of our lives being ended (though ironically, none of us like getting older but we party on this day like hell). And then unlike every year, after 20 years of dragging ourselves in this universe, there comes this wicked year. The 21st year. Huhh! So now many of you may ask that what is the issue with it & why am I acting so pissed off. So my dear friends, this 21st year is a holy trap. This year is meant for your (sudden big-time) transformation. Like now you are expected to be undoubtedly reasonable, sensible, flexible, earnable & hospitable. All at once. All of a sudden. For no stupid reason at all. But yes, you are supposed to be. Out of nowhere your parents expect you to take charge of yo...