In a couple of days I turn 21 and, frankly, I don't give a shit. Not that I'm a depressed, angsty misfit, it's just that what with the fact that I'm basically a year older than I was this time last year, I don't see what the rumpus is all about.

A couple of weeks ago a friend of mine - I say friend when I mean 'acquaintance' turned 21. He had a huge party. Picture this: The top floor of an exclusive bar hired out for two nights straight, hundreds of people he claimed to be friends with, his family, his co-workers, basically anyone he'd ever passed a word with, crammed into this uber-stylish place drinking, snorting, fucking - ins short, partying. Was a good night. The second night barely anyone turned up, but the friend wasn't bothered because the next day he went on a trip to America. As of this writing, he's still there.

Bear in mind this is all in celebration of his 21st.

What am I doing for mine? I'm off out on the town. I got thirty pounds off my mum and dad, another hundred of various relatives, plus my holiday money. So I'm off on a bender. I'm aware the average person does this every week, but I don't care. So, yeah, I'm partying in my own fashion. Yet I keep getting strange looks from people. As if I should be doing more. I argue that I'd rather spend a night partying with a dozen friends I'm close to and actually respect than hundreds of people I've met three times in the last four years. This makes no real difference to the haterz.

What other milestones have you passed and didn't give a shit about passing? Am I odd for doing my thang in this manner? Thoughts, opinions, criticisms, anything really.

Thanks.