Saturday, November 24, 2012

Birthdays are weird for me..

I just turned 25.  That's a quarter of a century.  I've passed church standards for a menace to society.  I'm fast approaching ancient as far as Utah statistics go.  My class about human sexuality says I'm in my sexual prime, whatever that means.  I'm also about to reach the cap on my physical prime :/  Sadly that last one is the only real one I care about.  I've digressed enough from my original thought though, so allow me to redirect this tangent back to what I intended - BIRTHDAYS!

Like I said, I had a birthday (shout hurray).  The age doesn't really matter to me, that whole growing old bit is inevitable.  It's the attention that gets me.  I mean what's so special about a birthday?!  It's like "oh wow, good job on living! Let's throw you a party!" or "hey, you were born! let's commemorate it by singing to you and gorging on cake and ice cream!!" I've just never understood the big deal about it and it's been that way for years.  Sure it was cool when I was a kid but I feel like I outgrew that whole 'coolness' factor a long time ago.  I wish I hadn't.  I wish I still wanted to throw big parties and invite all my friends but I honestly don't get the point.  People think I'm weird for it.  Heck, I think I'm weird for that.

It's not like all the attention just freaks me out.  I've had attention before. I've been in situations where I've had to perform in front of hundreds of people and then been recognized for it.  That makes sense.  I'm getting attention because I accomplished something and therefore shall receive recognition.   Maybe from now on I'll make an effort to make my birthday parties like that.  I'll document things I've accomplished throughout the year, things that I am proud of, and on the eve of my birth I shall invite all my friends together for an opulent evening of basking in my self-proclaimed glory.  At least then I wouldn't sit there looking like a dummy while a room full of people sing "happy birthday".  I'd sit there like a dummy looking at all the stuff I did in one year while people sing me "happy birthday".  At least I'll be able to avert my gaze from the awkward locking-of-eyes with someone during that song...

1 comment:

  1. Haha, Amen to the first paragraph brother!