18 in days, or weeks

Hell, I don't even know how to dance. and I hate strappy heels and pink frilly gowns.

I can't help thinking of these stupid 'coming-out' parties, or debuts, as it is called here in our country.
I just find the whole thing really phony.  People will expect you to be in a pink immaculately lacey dress, almost as if proclaiming around you're a virgin (or whatever that shit is) and you're ready to shed it.  Whatever.  People will want you to have cute curly tendrils falling to your face and expect you to have some handsome guy as your escort.
WHATEVER in the house! Yoh!
Why do I have suddenly these thoughts?  Because sometimes I just wish I wasn't so critical and just enjoy small (well, not really, considering the money put in the whole stupid party) things like these.  Dancing around in frilly dresses, talking to people in frilly dresses and tightly-tied ties (what?!), listening to 'heartfelt' rehearsed messages from your 'friends' who hold candles for you.  
I know it sounds really disgusting, but most people enjoy these stuff.  I just wish I'd be normal and be one of them.
Because I'm turning 18 next year.  And I can't believe that I'm so counter-culture for not wanting a grand ball for my birthday.
Hell, I don't even know how to dance. and I hate strappy heels and pink frilly gowns.  

x0x0
Kannika

ps
No Happy Birthdays.  Just HAPPY MOMENTS AHEAD.  Can't help but wish.