That, by the why I don’t usually start this kind of thread. I have no idea how to pad out that first sentence into an entire OP. I mean, really. What else can I say? “It’s my twenty-first birthday! I’m now twenty-one today.” or “It’s my twenty-first birthday! I’ve started a thread about it.” How about “It’s my twenty-first birthday! In just four years, I’ll be eligible to serve in the United States House of Representatives.” None of that really need to be said or adds anything to the to the discussion at hand. Then again, that assumes that there is a discussion at hand. But then, what’s there to discuss? It’s my twenty-first birthday. There really isn’t much need for discussion. It’s not exactly the most controversial sentence in the English language. Look at the competition: “The holocaust never happened” “There was a second gunman.” “An airplane on a treadmill would take off.” “It’s my twenty-first birthday.” Yeah, that’s a hotbed of controversy right there. What kind of earth-sundering debate could that statement induce?
Me: It’s my twenty-first birthday
You: No it isn’t!
Seriously, who’s going to do that? It’s not like anyone out there knows me personally. I think. Maybe you do. I’d never really thought about it. Everyone I know could be a Doper. I’d have no way of knowing. It’s not like I’ve ever asked anyone whether or not they’re Dopers. Maybe I should.
I could probably keep up this random, long-winded rambling all day, but it still wouldn’t add anything to the discussion. (If there is a discussion, I don’t think we’ve cleared that up yet.)
Congratulations. Oh, to be twenty-one again (long, wistful stare into open space during which I almost manage to forget my arthritis). You’re on your physical and mental peak. Happiness may increase with age, but trust me: mental acumen does not. You’re the smartest you’ll ever be. Get out there and use it.
Wait until you’ve racked up a few more burthdays. Then things start to happen that make you wonder if senility is creeping up on you. Like, someone will double post their birthday annoucement, I will wish them a happy birthday in the second post, and then come back later and open the first and wonder, “Hey, it hit ‘Submit’, didn’t I? I know I did, I saw the post, didn’t I? Am I losing it?”
I remember 21 like it was 14 years ago. Around this time that long ago I was working as a concierge in an uppity waterfront condo in downtown Toronto where several Toronto Raptors, a number of Toronto Blue Jays, CBC’s Peter Gzowski, and sunday-shopping renegade and furrier Paul Magder lived. Good times, good times.
Alas, I haven’t. sigh Good help is so hard to find.
Sure. Check here. It’s an internet site on which a leading expert on the subject of my birthday states that its my birthday. Plus it’s on the internet, so you can trust it.
“The Straight Dope”, huh? Sounds like a pro-drug site to me.
I really would like to believe you, but surely you can see where I’m coming from. The chance that any given person is celebrating their birthday today is less than 1 in 365. When we’re talking about 21st birthdays in particular, that probability plummets below 1 in 25,000. When you make such extraordinary claims, you need better evidence than some druggie on a message board!