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Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.
Groucho Marx (1890 - 1977)
Truth be told, I don't particularly care for my birthday. It's not really about getting older, I'm pretty much fine with that. Twenty four will be a wonderful year, I am sure. I am finally growing into some sort of adult, and am standing on my own two feet.
It's the attention that your birthday gets you. I simultaneously love and hate it. I've always been more inclined to blend into the background and observe things, but on your birthday... well.. it's all about you. It seems the years I want to be left alone, I get lavished with attention and the years I want the attention, nobody seems to remember. So, when August hits, I start wondering which way it will go for the year and by the middle of the month, I'm just done with it. Hurry up and get over with, so I can move on with my life. I don't want the let down and I don't want the build up, I just want it done. Last year was a pretty good birthday, and so I was going into this year expecting this year to go the other way. (It did not.)
Entering this year of my life, I am in a strange spot. I have the best job I've had (ever: in both pay and respect and the feeling I get from going to work and working with the people I do), I've got some good friends who somehow manage to put up with me, and I'm starting to feel... not successful, but more content with life. Things are going pretty well, which makes the pessimist in me pay a little more attention and start waiting for the floor to fall out from under my feet. But I'm trying hard to ignore that voice. The big thing for me this year is going to be strengthening (and creating) relationships with people. Since I've moved to this state (9 years this November), I've always had one friend I've kept really close and then a handful of acquaintances. I'd like for this year to be more about having friends, plural. I want to spend more time interacting with people because, honestly, it gets lonely living inside my "pretty little head" all the time. Aside from that, I still feel like I need to find my direction but...well... who doesn't feel that way through most of their twenties?
This birthday? Pretty damn good. I got a card+call from my grandmother, a call from my mom, a 20gb ipod and, most importantly, I got to spend time with some really great people.
Thank you Alina for the 1am birthday call and for setting up a dinner even though I was against it and, well, very much a jerk.
Thank you Chelsea and Sarina and Hillary and Tel for coming to dinner and being difficult vegetarians.
Thank you Julian for the text message (it totally brightened day, as I was at work and.. working. For some reason your name didn't come up and I was very confused as to who it was from.)Thank you to everyone (and their moms) for the warm wishes and such.
I rarely say it, but I love you all dearly and really do treasure your friendship.♥
Groucho Marx (1890 - 1977)
Truth be told, I don't particularly care for my birthday. It's not really about getting older, I'm pretty much fine with that. Twenty four will be a wonderful year, I am sure. I am finally growing into some sort of adult, and am standing on my own two feet.
It's the attention that your birthday gets you. I simultaneously love and hate it. I've always been more inclined to blend into the background and observe things, but on your birthday... well.. it's all about you. It seems the years I want to be left alone, I get lavished with attention and the years I want the attention, nobody seems to remember. So, when August hits, I start wondering which way it will go for the year and by the middle of the month, I'm just done with it. Hurry up and get over with, so I can move on with my life. I don't want the let down and I don't want the build up, I just want it done. Last year was a pretty good birthday, and so I was going into this year expecting this year to go the other way. (It did not.)
Entering this year of my life, I am in a strange spot. I have the best job I've had (ever: in both pay and respect and the feeling I get from going to work and working with the people I do), I've got some good friends who somehow manage to put up with me, and I'm starting to feel... not successful, but more content with life. Things are going pretty well, which makes the pessimist in me pay a little more attention and start waiting for the floor to fall out from under my feet. But I'm trying hard to ignore that voice. The big thing for me this year is going to be strengthening (and creating) relationships with people. Since I've moved to this state (9 years this November), I've always had one friend I've kept really close and then a handful of acquaintances. I'd like for this year to be more about having friends, plural. I want to spend more time interacting with people because, honestly, it gets lonely living inside my "pretty little head" all the time. Aside from that, I still feel like I need to find my direction but...well... who doesn't feel that way through most of their twenties?
This birthday? Pretty damn good. I got a card+call from my grandmother, a call from my mom, a 20gb ipod and, most importantly, I got to spend time with some really great people.
Thank you Alina for the 1am birthday call and for setting up a dinner even though I was against it and, well, very much a jerk.
Thank you Chelsea and Sarina and Hillary and Tel for coming to dinner and being difficult vegetarians.
Thank you Julian for the text message (it totally brightened day, as I was at work and.. working. For some reason your name didn't come up and I was very confused as to who it was from.)Thank you to everyone (and their moms) for the warm wishes and such.
I rarely say it, but I love you all dearly and really do treasure your friendship.♥