Turning 24 on Saturday................woot.
I always get funny when it gets close to my birthday. Such a big hoo haa is made out of them when you're young. Then even more fuss is made when you turn 18 then 21 and then, well, I guess you're supposed to, well, not care so much. Well I do care! A little tingle goes down my spine when in the week beforehand you can go to the shop and buy milk that has your birthday as the used by date.
Of course life get's busy, I'm working 2 shows on my birthday and my husband has to leave the house at 5am for the day, I havn't had time to go shopping with him or give him any pointers as to what I would like and that's life. There's been countless birthdays of friends and family which have sailed past unnoticed. And yet as it's big hairy ugly head looms around the corner I realize I still do care about my birthday (as uncool as that is) I get paranoid about who will remember, jealous about who can spend their time with me, greedy about what I will get and upset when the world doesn't stop turning for me. I become a needy, weeping, raging harpy. THIS IS MY ONE DAY A YEAR!!! The one day I can test and judge everyone close to me.
Anyway, I'd like to blame this irrational behavior on a consumerist society, parents who where too loving and doting and whatever else I possibly can.
I think I'll go and hide in a cave till the 21st of November. When I come out. I'd love to tell you about a great book I've finifshed reading call 'As day follows night.'
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