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I turned twenty today.
Let me fill you in on a little secret. Being born on the thirteenth isn’t easy. It’s scarier when it’s a Friday. I try not to be superstitious, but somehow I’ll find Friday the 13th (or just the 13th in general) to be the reason why bad things happen. It’s especially noticeable when it’s my birthday, because it’s the one day out of the whole year I expect everything to be perfect. So that’s why I’m always too afraid to celebrate it. Each year, when my birthday rolls around, I brush it off to be “just another day”. I don’t make any special plans to celebrate, because I just have a feeling that it just won’t be a good day.
To hell with this superstition this year. So I overslept this morning and nearly missed an early morning class. I forget to grab coffee and shamed myself with constant (and noticeable) yawns in front of my T.A. all morning. I jammed my finger into a drawer. I get a papercut on my arm. My roommate and several other friends I really wanted to spend my birthday with went home for the weekend. My room is filled with pesky flies that I couldn’t get rid of because my roommate left a banana peel in the trash. It rains when my family comes to visit and my brother complains throughout the night about having to get his reading for a class done. So what if all this bad stuff happened today? This is stuff that I’d expect to happen on any ordinary day. At least I had fun and got to spend time with my friends and family (one birthday wish fulfilled). Friday the 13th could be bad, and having that number 13 stuck to you for your whole life would be worse. But, living with that mentality just ain’t good for a person. Hm…I find the subject of this entry all very ironic since 13 is my favorite number.
But yes, happy birthday to me. Thanks to all who wished me a wonderful day. =)
Let me fill you in on a little secret. Being born on the thirteenth isn’t easy. It’s scarier when it’s a Friday. I try not to be superstitious, but somehow I’ll find Friday the 13th (or just the 13th in general) to be the reason why bad things happen. It’s especially noticeable when it’s my birthday, because it’s the one day out of the whole year I expect everything to be perfect. So that’s why I’m always too afraid to celebrate it. Each year, when my birthday rolls around, I brush it off to be “just another day”. I don’t make any special plans to celebrate, because I just have a feeling that it just won’t be a good day.
To hell with this superstition this year. So I overslept this morning and nearly missed an early morning class. I forget to grab coffee and shamed myself with constant (and noticeable) yawns in front of my T.A. all morning. I jammed my finger into a drawer. I get a papercut on my arm. My roommate and several other friends I really wanted to spend my birthday with went home for the weekend. My room is filled with pesky flies that I couldn’t get rid of because my roommate left a banana peel in the trash. It rains when my family comes to visit and my brother complains throughout the night about having to get his reading for a class done. So what if all this bad stuff happened today? This is stuff that I’d expect to happen on any ordinary day. At least I had fun and got to spend time with my friends and family (one birthday wish fulfilled). Friday the 13th could be bad, and having that number 13 stuck to you for your whole life would be worse. But, living with that mentality just ain’t good for a person. Hm…I find the subject of this entry all very ironic since 13 is my favorite number.
But yes, happy birthday to me. Thanks to all who wished me a wonderful day. =)