I turn 21 next week. The only thing that means is that I'm not age restricted with...anything as far as I'm aware. Not that it matters. I never had an interest in alcohol. The multiple kinds I've tried growing up just further cemented my disdain for it. That and maybe an alcoholic step father...hmm? What? Oh, yeah, sorry, what does a birthday mean.
Well, ever since I turned 18, it means nothing really. A couple family members tell me happy birthday and possibly send me a few bucks or something. My friends might get together, but not likely. Basically, my mother will buy us whatever I decide to eat that night, maybe I'll take a trip to gamestop or somewhere and get a thing or two that I want, or she would just give me the cash and let me decide what to do with it.
I'll get a birthday card from my grandmother and great grandmother, usually containing $50 and $20 respectively, and then my dad will call to wish me happy birthday and say he'll give me another $20-40 within the next week or so. Oh, and ice cream cake. Gotta have ice cream cake.
I'm just basing this off of the exact same thing happening the last 3 years in a row. Not that I'm complaining. I always appreciate it, as I should. It freaking money just for existing. If I ever not appreciate it may the Pope come punch me in the face.