Turning 27 (Not Japanese)

Yes, it’s official. I’m another year older. Honestly, I don’t feel it though. I can remember the shock of turning 25, and it’s nothing like that. Somehow I think I have become less responsible with age. I suppose it’s part of living in a country where you can’t speak the language. You can’t be worried about current affairs if you can’t understand them. I can’t vote, so who cares what happens in elections. And somebody else arranges and stresses over my taxes for me. I have recently discovered that I may in fact be stupid as well (I’m probably just too idiotic to know). Bring it on, I say. Ignorance is bliss.