Happy Birthday To Me

Today is my birthday and you know what…I don’t really care. Some people say that and they don’t really mean it. I on the other hand really don’t care. At least I haven’t pulled a Shakespeare. I’m very cynical about my birthday this year. For me it just like any other day. I’ve hit all the important years and now I just don’t care how old I am.

I used to love birthdays. Back in the day the only thing I hated was the fact my birthday was during the winter. In my mind there was nothing really fun to do except go to for dinner and a movie. That’s how the tradition of going out for dinner and a movie on my birthday came about. The other somewhat crappy part is that I would usually have to be at school on my birthday.

The great thing about a birthday in December was I could ask for tons of presents and if my parents say my list was too big I would tell them to divide it up. Give me some on my birthday and give me some for Christmas. In my eyes I couldn’t lose. That was also back in the day when I had no income. Now that I have a steady flow of money if I want something I go out and buy it.

Birthdays from the time I turned 17, up until last year were awesome. Even though I could buy stuff for myself birthdays were still fun b/c I had some really great friends to celebrate with. Also by this time I was in college and classes ended in the last week of November, which meant finally having no school on my birthday. One thing I lucked out on was never having a final exam on my birthday or the day after. Adding fun to these years were being able to drive, see restricted films, gamble, drink, having a g/f and having the money do whatever I wanted. It was also more of a carefree time.

Last year I sort of felt the same way I do this year but I still wanted to go out and celebrate. This year I don’t even want to do that. I don’t want people making a big fuss over the fact that it’s my birthday. I just want to be left alone. Maybe it’s b/c my birthday falls on a Sunday or that I had to work today. Possibly it’s b/c I’m now 24 and still have no idea what the hell I’m suppose to do with the rest of my life.

I did however have a good birthday. The great thing that can always save a birthday are the unexpected surprises. I got an unexpected one of a kind b-day card from a friend that lives out of town, my older brother and his fiancée bought me a ‘Clerks’ t-shirt, my youngest brother got me a ‘Dawn of The Dead’ calendar and my parents got me a gaming chair. I just wish it was one of the chairs that came with a subwoofer and speakers built in, but it was still pretty neat.

I started this post with a real cynical down and out look on things. The best part about sitting here and writing this post is I have warmed up to actually wanting to celebrate my b-day. So for next weekend I’m going to call up the friends, go out for dinner, and see my tradition birthday film. Hopefully I don’t end up pulling a James Dean within the next year. That would suck.