things I did on my 18th birthday week (you probably shouldn’t do)

Hi! It had been a while since I posted a fun, conversational blog (I do have a newsletter where I do this and send upcoming opportunities for writers and poets). I turned 18 this 26th and god, the existential crisis has been crippling. Having always been the youngest in the room, turning eighteen was an extremely intimidating quest for me, so I filled my week prior to it filled trying to avoid thinking of it as best as I could, however, I did make a few questionable decisions as well, which you probably should not make. Secondly, I have been thinking of a rebrand for my blog, I have had this look, feel and genre to my blog for around two years now and I have been happy about it but I have had quite a few significant changes since then and I feel it’s only natural for it to reflect on my blog as well. I have been writing this blog since I was 12 (read about it here) hence it made sense to write my 18th birthday post here instead of the newsletter haha. Let me know if I should continue writing blogs like these, I would love to interact as myself here too!

1. Reading Fyodor Dostoevsky

I started off my week by reading Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Notes from the Underground and it DID mess up my brain. Already living in the fear of getting older, this book messed up my mind additionally. I am going to recommend reading this book if you are already questioning your existence because this book will intensify those thoughts and leave you wondering and speculating about the reasons behind every little action of yours. Well, that’s what I feel right now being half done with the book, I shall post a detailed review of how it messed up my brain once I read it full

2. Spent the perfect Barbenheimer weekend

I watched Oppenheimer on the second day of its release and Barbie on Sunday. The craze was real, from the long queues to filled theatres at 9 a.m., however, I was a little disappointed by both movies but I loved everyone’s enthusiasm, eagerness and the thought behind outfits for cinema. I wore a flowy little perylene red dress to Oppenheimer, safe to say, I was judged by fellow viewers but in my defence, the dress was really cute and wearing all-black outfits is just wrong (Anna Wintour said so). I did dress on the theme for Barbie though, I wore a pink shirt and green mini skirt but I was still judged and stared upon by other viewers so eh.

3. Possibly had my you jump, I jump jack moment (Gilmore Girls)

I have been a wild child for most of my teenage years but I slowed down as I turned 17 but the wild child in me wanted to relive that thrill again before turning 18. I scored fairly decent in my class 12th board examination and was being facilitated in a community event and ah, it was mind-numbing, waiting around, hearing the same thing by all sponsors, I couldn’t sit there anymore until I got into a conversation with the son of one of the sponsors and ended the night by debating in a room of strangers… (let me know if you want to know the whole story, I might write a newsletter on it)

4. Went on a walk every alternate day

I spent 2021-22 fighting an eating disorder and often exercised solely to lose weight. However, I had been wanting to start running, so I decided to start by taking one step at a time and start going on walks! It has somehow also helped my skin grow clearer!

5. Got drenched on my birthday

I believe that if it rains on my birthday, I have a great year ahead. Considering the weather the week prior to my birthday this year, I was quite sure it wouldn’t rain this year but it did rain, on the morning of my birthday itself and I just had to get drenched, even if it made me a little sick throughout the day. So, here’s to believing I am going to have a great year ahead!

i had a dream by Avni Jain

i had a dream i was rolling down mountain grass like i did at 9

i let the same wind take me like it did when i was 7

things don’t seem

as wide

as endless

as infinite

the way they did at 13

because i can’t flow with the wind anymore

breathing seems heavier than usual

the ruins of eating disorder are building themselves up again

and this time they seem invicible once again

a grey cloud overcasts my brain

my heart so deprived of warmth

and i know this feeling too well to feel it all over again.

i sometimes wish i never left that walled city of darkness

because im hitting curbs and everything along the way to not take that path anymore

but the city calls for me.

the city feels like a home to me.

the city strips me of my desire to make any effort

to smile

to eat

to breathe

dreaming of a way out seems like that one blinking nightlight without any spot of blood on it

but dreaming of a world unknown in this ill built walled city seems so scary

because that’s what led me here the first time.

and im afraid

the blinking nightlight would soon extinguish too.

-Avni Jain

you say you love me by Avni Jain

you say you love me then why do you make me feel so starved for love

you say love me but i dont see that love in the look of disgust you throw at me

you say love me but your words become blades severing every fragile wall i built

you say you love me but im scared because beauty starts decaying once it starts belonging.

you say you love me but your name is burnt into my skin and i smell of smoke and dying flesh on my way back home.

you say you love me and i feel like a lovesick fool around you but i feel walls creeping up on me the way your hands did as soon as i reach home.

it fills my entire room until i can’t move any longer

until i pick up the blade to return to my body.

my pysche cries a war on my body because

i have been trying recover lost time and all i can remembers is your hollow i love yous.

the next time you tell me you love me,

i wouldn’t say i don’t believe it.

i would say i want to.

-Avni Jain

i don’t stay long enough

i don’t stay long enough to hear the applause

mainly because i feel like i don’t deserve it

i don’t stay long enough to be loved

letters from lost lovers lie strangled in mess of my mind

i don’t dare to open them

for im scared of all the missed love stories

i move through people’s lives like a drift

i don’t like the ways they’ve looked at me.

the ways they’ve perceived me.

i don’t know when i turn transform from a person to a concept

a figment of their ideas.

i run back to my home reducing everything into a metaphor

;

they asked me where do i want to be in the next 5 years

i want to have an exit door

i want a little extra space

i want the little spaces between the boxes to breathe

to flow into

i want to run as i fast i can

i want to breathe in a land beyond the four walls

i want the strength to push these walls when they creep onto me

when every metaphor i write comes crumbling down into the ugly truth it was

when no artistry can aid the blood dripping over the same four walls;

when i can’t separate my breath and smoke anymore

i need the strength.

the power

to stay.

to fight back.

-Avni Jain

picture-perfect destiny

mom

how have you been

we are in the same house 

a floor away

but i can feel myself distancing from you

because i’m afraid 

i’m afraid you would recognize i’m not the person you raised 

i’m afraid that you will see through these carefully concealed scars

i’m afraid the smoke lingering on me would catch you

and im sorry.

i’m sorry,

i was supposed to be the strong one

i was supposed to have the soul of an angel but the hands of a fighter

but mom, i couldn’t fight.

i wanted to but i didn’t.

couldn’t.

i grieve for the woman you wanted to raise

for the fighter, you wanted to raise 

but how do i tell you

that existing every day like this

feels like a battle in itself 

how do i tell you that every breath i take comes with a warning sign 

i know you didn’t want to see me like this

trust me neither did i

i wanted the picture-perfect life

you and i envisioned on the first day of kindergarten

the one i was destined for;

but i am not tall enough to climb those heights anymore

and i don’t know what my destiny beholds now.

all i want right now is to breathe.

-Avni Jain