Welp… it’s that time of year where I am a year older than I was last year.
This is where people will start wishing me a happy birthday and I’d be polite about it.
I’d like to be able to say that I’m excited… but I’m not.
I don’t recall the last time I had anything resembling a “happy” birthday. Has to have been decades ago. Instead, I merely have a birthday – neither happy or otherwise. It’s a day that exists to get out of the way and move on with my life. There’s a get-together over the weekend, gifts are received, cake is offered along with some sort of meal, and then I spend the rest of the night taking a dump because something I ate made me sick.
As to what I’m doing today… well, I’ll be working. I’ll be going home afterwards. And after who knows what, I’ll be going to bed… in other words, business as usual.
And you know what? I am perfectly fine with that.
Best to get it out of the way and not fret about this.
So, that was completely morose and depressing… I’ll think of something else to post later.
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