Birthdays are great. They’re the most important day of the year, and they’re all about ME. Nonetheless, Phil’s got a point: Most of the time, expectations and reality don’t quite meet up, resulting in woeful disappointment. Sigh. However, by now I’m old enough to have realised this, and shattered illusions make reality that much easier to bear. Mostly, my actual birthdays aren’t all that festive, but the events surrounding them make up for a lot. Today, for instance, I am doing nothing to celebrate finally being an
adult old, but I already celebrated once, and will do so again later. So… yay!
Anyway, happy birthday to me!