31 years old.
It’s not a big deal. I’ve been old enough to know that it’s just day that signifies another year closer to death. That’s very morbid and pessimistic you say. That doesn’t make it any less true.
One constant that I enjoy having on my birthday is that I don’t work. There was once a time when I worked at Disneyland and I choose to work on my birthday. I thought yeah this is awesome. Work at the happiest place on earth on my birthday. Wrong. It was the fact that I was forced to be there and I couldn’t do what I wanted at a moments notice. I also carried a terrible attitude that day which may have rubbed off on the guests. I may have ruined someone else’s birthday at Disneyland because of my toxic attitude and choosing to work on my birthday. Hence why I don’t work on my birthday.
That moment stays with me whenever I think about working on my birthday. It’s best to do whatever you want and be with the people who genuinely care about you. It makes you feel better. If you have to work share a story like that with your boss and maybe they will give you a half day.
I also stopped having Facebook tell people its my birthday. No more fifty or so acquaintances writing happy birthday on my wall. When they would not say hello to me otherwise. I enjoy how it was ten years when I didn’t have Facebook in fact when more than half the world didn’t have facebook. When only your close friends and family knew about your birthday. That’s all the people who really matter.
A drawback for having my birthday in February is that its two days shy of Valentine’s Day. I don’t take this day personal. Yes, I don’t have a significant other to spend it with. Yes, it’s a day that highlights your loneliness. But it’s a day that will pass like any other day. Some people mope around being depressed but that doesn’t help anybody especially when they share on social media. So spend it wisely and work on yourself.
I went to Sam Francisco with my mother. I read some books, painted and laughed at some Calvin and Hobbes comics.