25 years of Manliness

Today marks the 25th anniversary of my bar mitzvah.

I suppose this calls for some sort of interspection, but the first thing that came to mind what I asked myself about the meaning of this is:
Why aren't bar mitzvah anniversaries celebrated, or even noted? We make this huge frickin' deal about the ceremony, it happens and then that's it.

The only other Jewish ceremony that gets this kind of hype a wedding, and anniversaries are considered very important. Funerals are recognized with yartzhiets and births with birthdays. But Bar Mitzvahs? Nothing!

Well, unless you live to 83, in which case you get another Bar Mitzvah, but don't expect as many presents.

So for 25 years, I've been a man. I think that means I finally got my acne under control, I have to shave way more often than I do, I'm not afraid to talk to girls and for the most part, I can take care of myself without my parents help.

I still kinda feel like a teenager, only I get more dates now. Probably because around the time of my bar mitzvah, I also discovered regular bathing, deodorant and conditioner. I've always been a slow learner.