Oh god there are so, so many of them. You know the things, the events, the situations that we've built up in our minds since childhood as the be-all-end-all's of our existence.
Well, I'm here to discuss, rather, admit to all of the "sweet" life milestones that actually downright suck.
Yep we're starting off big to get the ball rolling. Unless you were one of those spoiled brats on that ridiculous MTV show (that made us all weep for the future), your sweet 16 probably entailed heading to the mall with friends, being given gifts here and there, more than likely some Taco Bell, and all washed down with a grade-A PG movie.
You get to dress up all fancy and have a big party and then it's off to bigger and better things in the grandiose world of high school, right? Ultimately though, you just don't understand that childhood is slowly fading and everything in your life is about to change...yeah, you get this gist pretty quickly.
And then you get to high school with all of your aspirations, hopes, and excitement fueled by movies. You have some fun, you meet some people and then it sets in pretty fast that high school is public school but bigger and with more drama.
This is an odd one. Why, growing up, do we have this image of the skies opening and morphing us into adults upon turning 18? What is it about that age that's so significant aside from being able to vote, no longer being a minor etc. etc.? It's such an exciting prospect at first and then you get there and just kinda shrug and say "hmm, so this is it?"
This is a biggie and I will admit it probably stays exciting for the longest out of this list but it's not too long before the complete sparkle wears off.
So, so, so exciting at first! This is complete and utter freedom to begin with and the world is an open road for you.
Oh this is so exciting! The world is your oyster at this point. You're finally going to be able to get away from having 3 or 4 day weekends, from partying whenever you please, from having responsibilities that don't extend beyond a term end paper, oh and you don't have to eat whatever you want anymore...um wait...why do we want to give this up? Ah well, better get a real job now.
Revert back to starting university. The buildup to the comradery and good times, the endless parties waiting to be partied, the new bounty of males and females to be explored, new best friends to be made...clearly Frosh Week is going to be AA-MAY-ZING, correct? Na. It's basically summer camp with homework. Post secondary promotional materials lie, people. All those gleaming smiles at Frosh Week? Well they're just singing kumbaya and waiting for it to stop...(btw: of course there are plenty of people who totally dig Frosh Week and have a great time...but there are a whole lot who don't).
It's exciting because a relationship is progressing to a more serious level and of course you're happy to be with your significant other but the time spent missing your family and your traditions, kind of kills the mood although we pretend it doesn't. Wooo life.
Not much needs to be said here but your first kiss is BAD by kissing standards. Although it's good by heart fluttering standards, you were either subjected to spin the bottle, 10 minutes in heaven, or some other slop fest of a disappointment to earn this badge. But, when all is said and done, a first kiss is a milestone and you've made it.
Totally the most exciting thing ever right? Of course. Until you realize the job you applied for is not really the job you have and you're basically the coffee fetcher. Yikers.
No more watching the ball drop and drinking hot chocolate in a onesie. It's braving the crowds, buying absurdly overpriced tickets into places, and waiting hours for a cab to take you home. Welcome, welcome.
Dancing beneath the stars with your love, looking absolutely perfect, in the completely perfect setting, being crowned the king and queen, just adoring every single moment...that's gotta be prom right? Naaaa. No it's not. In many cases, it's entirely the opposite and probably the crowned jewel overblown milestone.
Oh. wait. THE overblown milestone deluxe we have here. Everybody knows it, everybody experienced it. The absolute and utter disappointment of losing your virginity. But hey, you'll at least think you feel mighty fine after.
Rock star, movie star, writer, whoever...even if they aren't a complete and utter crappy person, they'll probably act like you don't exist or just usher you through like objects for a photograph or autograph. Life advice: don't meet your idols.
