My birthday is coming up in less than 2 weeks and I couldn't be less excited. I've decided that once you turn 21 (although the only significance in turning this age, as I found out, is it legally allows you to get into clubs that you've already been going for the past 4 years) you don't really have a birthday to look forward to anymore...except maybe your 100th - accomplishment, check.
It's not like I want anything - I want everything - in particular, so there's no point in scribbling out a birthday list, and I certainly don't expect anything...except for a few kind birthday wishes and perhaps a Sprinkles cupcake delivery mid-day.
Somewhat depressing isn't it? We're all funny about our birthdays, some of us love them, some of us hate them, some of us are entirely neutral to them. I don't want to be neutral about them anymore. So that's why I've created an age to look forward to so I don't keep celebrating birthdays as meaningless years until I'm dead (or 100).
I'm currently looking forward to turning 30.
I want a party, I want pink champagne, and I want a jeweled crown.
You're all invited.
It's not like I want anything - I want everything - in particular, so there's no point in scribbling out a birthday list, and I certainly don't expect anything...except for a few kind birthday wishes and perhaps a Sprinkles cupcake delivery mid-day.
Somewhat depressing isn't it? We're all funny about our birthdays, some of us love them, some of us hate them, some of us are entirely neutral to them. I don't want to be neutral about them anymore. So that's why I've created an age to look forward to so I don't keep celebrating birthdays as meaningless years until I'm dead (or 100).
I'm currently looking forward to turning 30.
I want a party, I want pink champagne, and I want a jeweled crown.
You're all invited.
No comments:
Post a Comment