Oct 25, 2007 11:07
Yeah whatever.
I think I only complain because I'm supposed to. Honestly I don't really care about the number itself. All that bothers me is the renewed nagging in my brain of the "lost 10 years." I should look at that differently though, shouldn't I?
Let's see. I met D during that 10 years, B too, and Stephanie (even though I NEVER see her). I worked myself into a crazed motivation to do something with myself (gained my first ever spark or purpose in life).
I know, I know. It's not lost, it wasn't entirely wasted. I'm here now because of where I've been and I'm getting shit done. I know. It still feels like all of that and more could have taken place and I will still scream on the day I die that I still have 10 years left. "Not today, in 10 years."
That is the only thing that bothers me about this birthday. Otherwise, I'm glad. I like getting older because my personality fits being older better I think. I can do older people things without weird looks.
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