Being the youngest is never fun. Being a full year younger than everyone means that you're the last one to drive, the last one to get to see R-rated movies, and now the last one to turn 21. It's a sad, unchangeable fact that will lead to many jokes made at your expense. With this comes the 5 stages of griefs that you will inevitably go through.

1. Denial:

You watch your friends turn 21 and try to push out of your head what that means. You laugh when your friends say they are excited to go to bars and give them a blank stare when they ask what you will be planning to do since you can't go with them.

2. Anger:

You have to sit quietly at a restaurant, shooting daggers with your eyes, as your friends they get to order margaritas and you have to order water. Then you consider moving to Europe, Australia, Canada, ANYWHERE where the drinking age is 18.

3. Bargaining:

As in, bargaining (or really begging) with your friends to stay in with you or to go somewhere that doesn’t require two forms of ID.

4. Depression:

Mainly from FOMO. That feeling of sadness you get as your friends post picture after picture of themselves at a bar or club. The fact that everyone starts taking them more seriously now that they are adults and you feel like a 12-year-old compared to them. You ponder this on Thursday nights, especially since they are the nights people go to bars in your college town.

5. Acceptance:

You finally accept that you are the baby of the friend group and will have to survive this unchangeable fate. You laugh at your friend's bar stories and happily DD them when you are available. You spend most of your time planning your 21st with your friends, and they seem equally excited to get to introduce you to this ~new world~. You know your time will come soon enough, and take happiness in the fact that your money won't be spent on expensive drinks every weekend.

Good things come to those who wait right?