Sweet sixteen

        By now I hope you've discovered that my blog is just made up of what random outlandish thoughts enter my brain. Sometimes can be offensive, but mostly meant to just be fun and to really get you to understand a totally different perspective on things that our society doesn't provide. So by the title, I'm sure you've figured out... I just had a birthday. Don't worry, this isn't gonna be a long list of what I got and what I didn't, but simply a look at what's expected of the turning of age to sixteen.
        We've all seen the shows, like super sweet sixteen. Now, for some of you, maybe you had something better to do with your time than to watch a bunch of bratty kids complain about how they never get what they want, but me... well, let's just say I had a lot of free time when I was young. For those of you who have not a clue to what show I should be talking about, let me explain. I don't think it's on anymore but there was show on MTV that would follow a bunch of rich kids on the verge of turning sixteen, planning their sweet sixteen parties. Now, if you haven't actually seen it, I can only imagine  that you're envisioning a huge party at a club or something with a giant car as a gift... close, but more. Not only are they at a huge venue, but they usually had someone famous perform like lil' Wayne or something. They would have not dozens of people come, but hundreds. Can you imagine? All of those people certainly cannot be your friends, they just came, just to come because they new it would live up to the expectations of glamor. And their would always be a car... a brand new Mercedes sometimes, or a Lexus, or cars I'm not even aware exist because they are so out of my proce range. So, I want to throw out there, that this ideal "sweet sixteen" is such total bull.
       Not only because for most of us, it's unrealistic, but honestly, does it really sound all that fun to you? Hiring a random person to perform at your party, not because they give a damn that it's your birthday, but because they know that they can charge you whatever they please since they know you'll pay it. Or how about inviting a bunch of strangers to come, just because you know that other people like them, so that your party just turns into the social event of the year, completely forgetting they whole point... HELLO IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!
         Now, here's where I'm gonna throw in a little bit of personal experience on the whole car thing. I did not get a car. I did not get a license. I got to enroll in drivers ed.! Now, for those of or you who do not live in the wonderful city of Vancouver and who do get free drivers training from your high school... I'm super jealous of you. Here, we need to pay $450 for drivers ed. IT'S RIDICULOUS! Honestly, how much does it cost to run? The cars I guess, but a lot of them are donated or sold at a seriously discounted price. And seriously, how much do you honestly learn within the class rather than when you are driving and experiencing on your own. It's such a scam, but it's a required scam at least until after you turn 18.
          Well, if you actually read this whole entry it must mean that you've experienced or agree with a little of what I've said. As for my sweet sixteen, it was perfect. My close friends came, and I couldn't have asked for more. So when you look back on when you turned sixteen, would you have wanted it to be like that show's? Or if you've yet to turn sixteen, is it your dream?
These are some random and probably unuseful thought from Carl's Spastic Adventures... Have a nice day.