It’s (almost) My Birthday.
As I approach my birthday, I ponder the same things I ponder every year. Aside from that all-consuming question “why are we here?” I also ponder why so many people make such a huge deal of their birthdays. So it has been 25 years since I was born… does that mean that there are any fewer people starving in the world? Or that there are any more happily adopted animals and children in the world? I’ll have a small celebration of my family and my closest friends, but these are the people who love me, and about the only people in the world who would notice if I were not here. I am not going to announce to my co-workers that my birthday is this weekend. I am not going to go around wearing a button, t-shirt, hat, necklace, or any other novelty item that proclaims “It’s My Birthday!” Simply put, I don’t want the attention. I am not that narcissistic. (As I type that I realize the irony of saying I’m not narcissistic in a blog about… me.) Haha.
On some level, aren’t we all narcissistic? Do we not all have times when we just want people, random strangers even, to notice us?
Tangent over.
On a different note, I am constantly thinking of funny observations or clever comments to leave on here, and… then I get here and can never remember what any of them were. Maybe I’ll be a dork and start writing them down in a little notebook. HAHAHAHA
