My last day of being 17.
by theycallmejack
Just a quick one!
I figured I’d better write a quick blog to comment on my last day of being seventeen. Especially since, as of tomorrow, I am, in a legal sense, a man. On a personal level, I don’t really think I’m anywhere near.
I don’t really think there’s a lot I can do when I turn 18. Sure I could buy alcohol and cigarettes but I don’t smoke and I try to avoid drinking wherever possible. I’m legally allowed to star in pornography, but frankly I don’t see that happening either, not least because I’m not attractive enough. I can go clubbing, but only about 3 of my friends are 18 so I have pretty much no one to go with…
But yeah, the big day is ready to greet me in 32 minutes. So, 32 minutes left to craft a nice little blog on my musings about my last day of being 17… I’ll probably do a bigger post when I actually turn 18… probably on Friday evening if I remember, since I’m away for the actual day, or maybe after my party in the early hours of Sunday morning…
ANYWAY! Down to the point. Today wasn’t so different from most days of my life. I got up, got dressed, had breakfast, brushed my teeth, caught the bus, went to college, etc. I did do some other stuff as well though, which is what I’ll go into now!
I directed my college’s theatre group for a session since the teacher who usually does it was away. I felt that I handled the task maturely and responsibly and we made a good amount of progress while balancing both fun and work. Maybe I really am on the road to maturity… what a scary thought!
Then I spent a good proportion of the evening out and about in the city centre with my boyfriend who’d come in to see me specially which was nice of him. We didn’t really discuss anything in particular, but it was nice. It was nice to hold Mat’s hand the way I first did 354 days ago. Oh yeah, it’ll be a year in 11 days. Dunno whether I mentioned that. I’m quite excited! Still need a plan of what to do for it though…
I’ve just been thinking to myself. On this day last year, I was still in the midst of plans to get my ex back. And then 11 days after that I inexplicably happened to meet the sweetest, most wonderful guy I’ve ever met and I ended up happy with him instead. How life does enough throwing those cheeky curveballs! Mat might not be perfect to anyone else, but he is perfect for me. He’s just the perfect balance for me. We’re an odd couple, but we’re so good for one another!
I also watched Glee, the subject matter of the episode was losing your virginity. I enjoyed it. Though it made me sad to think that some people don’t have a loving first time… I mean, I get it, for many people that won’t be an issue, and if that’s their view then fair play to them, but I’m so glad that I don’t regret my first time. I always said I’d wait until I was ready and in a stable loving relationship (I know, prudish) and it paid off. Happy happy.
Finally, I spent a bit of time discussing complicated matters with one of my best friends. All very vague I know. I don’t know how much of it is public knowledge, and besides, it isn’t my news to spread so I’ll leave it there. It did make me realise some important stuff about stuff though. Still vague. Sorry…
So yeah, I’d better get to bed. I’m going on a huge overnight trip to visit both Warwick University and Royal Holloway University, with a stop at Stratford on Avon (yes, that one, the birthplace of Shakespeare) to see a Royal Shakespeare Company production tomorrow! Exciting! Plus its my birthday. Obviously. Excited about that. Bit worried. It’ll pass. Wish me luck. Once more unto the breach!
Jack out.
