Hey Guys, So today I found out that I'm not good at celebrating birthdays. Or, well, it's not so much the birthdays I'm bad at, but the birthday parties. When we celebrate birthdays in the Netherlands, we invite our whole (direct) family, all our family-friends and all the friends of the person whose birthday it is. Most of the time, the friends of the birthday boy/girl come over on another day as the family and family-friends. As I'm typing this, my stepsister celebrates her birthday, which means everyone is packed at the living room. I was there too, sitting on the couch, listening to all the stories that are told. But then it hit me: I don't belong in this crowd. All the conversations around me were about parties and stupid, drunk, decisions. First of all, I don't go to house parties or clubs, and second of all, I don't drink booze. Not because my parents don't allow me, but because I just don't want to. So listening to stories about bein...
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