Guess what?! Today is my 23rd birthday!
*Confetti falls and angels sing*
Since I’m enough of a narcissist, I decided that I was going to write about it. Besides Christmas, there is no other holiday (yes, I consider it a holiday) that I enjoy quite as much as my birthday. It was the day, 23 years ago, that I was gifted onto humankind. At least in my little microcosm of the world, it’s a day that really is all about me. I like to think that it is anyway.
In all seriousness, I am pretty thrilled to have been born. Although life can be pretty sh**ty sometimes, most of the time it’s pretty fantastic. God, can you imagine never being born and not being able to read Harry Potter? That, by itself, is tragic enough to weep. Let’s take a minute to be thankful that J.K. Rowling was born and that we get to celebrate her birthday every year.
Now, let’s get back to me: it’s my birthday!
When I was younger, I thought that as time went by the excitement of my birthday would wear off. Nope, hasn’t happened. I still look forward to it like I did when I was five. It is such a good day. Frankly, I hope to be this excited for my birthday when I’m 80.
I’ve heard people say that, “Your birthday is just a year closer to your death.” NO. Technically, yes, I guess that it is, but I like to think of it as another year to celebrate the life that you have lived and your accomplishments. Think about it, 23 is pretty young, but there are a lot of people who don’t get to live to be 23 years old. It’s a sad thought, but it’s true. I’m not going to be a cloud of sorrow and think that this grand day is one day closer to my impending doom when so many people haven’t even lived to see their own 23rd birthday. Hell no.
I’m going to be happy for what I have done with my life, my family and my friends. Also, the Facebook and Twitter happy birthday wishes that I’m going to get (I’ve been ruined by technology).
And the gifts that I’m going to get.
Don’t lie to me, you all know that you love a good present. It’s great, yes? My parents still get me a birthday present. I look forward to it every year and also, I realize that I have pretty amazing parents. Considering that they gave me the gift of life, they really shouldn’t bother with a present each year (don’t tell them that), but I’m happy that they do. I’d be happy with a card (full of cash) to be quite honest. Actually, I just got a birthday card in the mail from a friend and it made me indescribably happy. It’s the best feeling to know that there are people that care about you. On a more materialistic level, I just really like new things.
In conclusion, happy birthday to meeeee! Also, happy birthday to anyone else out there that has a birthday on this glorious day.
Now, I want to know, why do you love your birthday?! Is it the cake? Is it the presents? Is it the balloons? The candy? The joy of knowing you made it another year?
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