So my birthday is Thursday. Normally, this is cause for celebration and the day when people give me pretty things. But this year, I turn 23, which is the year I cease to be eligible for benefits from my father’s army retirement. No more medical or dental insurance. Luckily, I am so dirt poor that I can get on state medical in about three weeks. But no dental insurance. This makes me sad. On the up side, I will officially be an adult as far as grants and loans are concerned, which means more money for school. But frankly, officially being an adult also makes me a little sad.
Anyhoo, this is more than a public announcement of my birthday. It’s me mourning the irresponciblity of childhood. I don’t wanna be an adult!
I remember the sad day I could no longer visit the PX on base…cigarettes were so much cheaper!
Yeah Happy Birthday Swiddles - still one of my favorite posters. Sorry to hear about the bennies situation, when this happened to me I went to my doctors and got them to write some rather large prescriptions which I filled at the last moment Helped in the short term at least.
I wouldn’t sweat “becoming an adult” too much. I know people who are older than you who I don’t think are adults yet.
Also don’t do what I did . . . spend your entire 25th year of life freakin out about being so close to 30.
23 is a damn good age. Enjoy.
Heck, I’m 29 and still not freaking about being close to 30.
But happy birthday! Come join the ranks of the uninsured students of America! (Just like me!)