Birthday Cake, 21 candles a 1 gram
21 years.
I feel nothing.
All the same I'm pausing, to see if I can make it important, because birthdays are treated as significant days. Which is cool, really. It's a good thing that every dogperson has their day, and why not set the date to equal the one when they were born?
Simple. Brilliant. Me like.
Anyway, aborting the attempt.
Feelings of greatness can't easily be conjured, and this year I actually had to put in some effort preventing it from being less than great. -At least I haven't got to the point where I get depressed when looking at the calendar, or ashamed to admit it and reluctant to give away my true age. I've never had any wishes of being older, but I'm not yet wishing to be younger, so I'm wondering if I've reached the ideal age.
I find it kind of funny (I find it kind of sad...etc) that this weekend of all weekends of few friends in town so many more decided to go away for a while.
It's like they don't even care! *Sobsulkwhinewoeandselfpity* Lol! j/k no, really.
Just told you I didn't care, didn't I?
But I can't escape the fact that birthdays still call for a certain amount of expectation. Even if I was never going to celebrate it or throw a party, I could've had a dinner or gone to a bar or a club, and I noticed a lot of people would be out of town. It's mortifying to announce a celebration of oneself that no one's going to turn up to! Surprise parties are immensely ego boosting, but I knew there wouldn't be one with no one around to initiate it. Any other weekend I wouldn't have taken notice of it, and certainly not bothered making an effort to find people to hang out with.
Err, I do take the initiative to meet up with people now and then, I was only saying I don't usually go quite so far with my attempts as scanning the phone book for every person I've ever met, tracing and locating them with GPS, sending a search unit to track them down and dig them out... It's not my style. I've built up an immage as a very relaxed person person; "Que sera, sera", though not necessarily effortlessly sociable.
What I did:
-Friday:
Watched Slumdog Millionaire with my brother, excellent film!
-Saturday:
Baked cake with H&H (H's bday's on Monday), played TP.
-Sunday, Birthday:
Had family over for cake&coffee, checked my phone&facebook every other minute (nothing says <3 like xoxo)
What I got:
-A visit from my brother when he decided to be social at 3-4am, after getting back from a party. The last (and only?) time he was in my room I wasn't even there, he just needed my laptop. It was quite nice :) I remember the first time I talked to him when he was drunk; it felt like a massive break-through in the bonding process I'd started working on. We normally have this tradition where we bring breakfast/cake, presents and drowsy voices to greet the person in the morning, singing. Last year my brother did it all on his own, which was really something as he's never up a minute early and has an awful voice to begin with. This year my family didn't bother/were running late for work(mum) and skiing(race&instructing), so I got to make my own breakfast and open my presents alone. Oh well, it's always a funny feeling when people watch you open presents while they're not, and even more so when the present is from them, carefully studying your reactions.
-Socks, loads <3
-Harness for climbing
-Roald Dahl book
-Tea cup, strainer, holder and spoon
-Shawl (tacky. light green and silver. plastic silver. fancy wig and drink decoration silver.)
-Wine
-Money (haven't actually got them yet, but passed birthdays and Christmases have made the basis for the inductive reasoning that I'll get some from my grandparents)
...to be continued.
My dad mentioned something about more presents, but maybe he was confused.
I'll get some "friends" together eventually, to celebrate the greatness that is me.
Shouldn't go to sleep at 5am.