I just recently joined the "Twenty Fun club" myself, and I am here to talk about how incredibly anti-climatic it has been thus far.
So for starters waking up was the same as each and every day. I mean duh, but you know how on your sixteenth birthday you woke up thinking "I get my license today?" "I can finally drive by myself."
And on your eighteenth birthday, you woke up thinking something like "I am finally an adult" "I have no legal curfew anymore!", and probably "I'm moving out, my parents can't tell me anything!" for all you little rebels out there.
Well, when you turn twenty-one, you wake up and then what? "I get to drink alcohol today… legally" big whoop. "I can go to the DMV and get my new license."
What a treat! The hype of turning twenty-one is so high until the day finally comes.
So like I said, there is no super exciting thought that goes through your head when you first wake up. Also if you are like me and you're at home during your "special" day, then your parents don't really give a shit: no cake, no balloons, you are a twenty-one year old, you're an adult and you're old, just a normal day for y'all! (My parents did take my friends and me on the train to a lovely dinner so if you see this I do appreciate it, chill.
Then, you can finally go into a liquor store and buy something without a cloud of fear or guilt over your head, and you DON'T even get carded anymore! For the past however many months or years you always hoped and prayed you wouldn't get carded when you were going out or buying something, and now when you can and want to, nope, won't happen.
Finally, the big thought hits ya at the end of the day … what in the world do I have to look forward to now? Turning twenty-six and being able to rent a car? So, all in all, I have decided that turning twenty-one is not, in fact, all that it is hyped up to be, granted I have a very small sample size.