It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. As I get older and celebrate birthdays, I can't help but think that I just don't care. I haven't since I was a kid. I never liked the idea of getting older at any age. I think once I hit 16, I was done with birthdays. After that, life seemed much more difficult (obviously).
I am not a downer about it, I am just indifferent. A friend the other day turned 28. Well he celebrated with a birthday week. A birthday week! Yeah chicks usually do this, but apparently now guys do this too. Man card please!
I don't get it. Makes no sense to me. Happy Birthday to me. Another year...hooray. Well it is better than being dead I guess.