So yesterday was my birthday and I’m happy it’s over. I just don’t like the whole idea behind a birthday and the “forced” fun your supposed to have. It just comes off as extremely fake to me. To add to the falseness of a birthday is the facebook wall posts from people who don’t really know you. I’ve considered just writing an equally false response to all the people who false cared wrote on my wall. I probably won’t do it but I think it’s a funny idea. “Dear long lost friend, thanks for caring enough to write a birthday message on my wall. I assumed that since we barely communicated in high school, never talked through college, and I haven’t seen you in 10 years that we’ve grown apart. Glad to know you still think of me. How’s life?” I’m going to guess that not too many people would expect this or know how to respond. Anyway, I’m pretty happy I survived my birthday and this is the longest time away from when I have to deal with it again which is a good thing.

The whole getting older thing is sort of a bummer too. Generally getting older isn’t something that you have to think about on a day to day basis but your birthday just throws it right out in the open. Yes it’s cool when you turn 21 and now you can legally get wasted at a bar but everything after is just not exciting. Like it really sucks. I’m amazed people get as pumped up for their birthdays as they do. I think that some people don’t go all out every weekend so their birthday is an excuse to get wasted. My regular weekends aren’t really that much different than a birthday weekend so that could also be partly why it doesn’t lift my spirits. I’ll use another post to go over a few things that have been going on in my life but I want to stick this post to why November 6th, isn’t a special day.