Holy Crap Batman! Where Did the Time Go?!

Birthday tomorrow.. ugh.


I hate birthdays. I used to love them, that was up until my 21st was peaking around the corner. I realized that soon after I turned 21, my life of looking forward to birthday was officially over. I mean come on what's there to look forward to once you're 100% legal in the united states? I can rent a car at 25, ok, but I also have my own car and insurance that will get me a rental if my car is broken. I can order off the senior menu at Ihop in 40 years, and get discounts at six flags. hm.. that's what I really want when I'm 62 years old, a big fat stack on hearty pancakes and roller coasters. I believe my blood sugar, cholesterol and new replaces hips will love all the wonderful gifts I get as a senior citizen. Oh yeah, and that who social security check I'm supposed to get, probably won't be getting that given the outstanding economy the US is supporting right now.

Moreover, after my 21st birthday, there really is no reason to look forward to turning a year older. In fact it should be more of a celebration for my parents than me. It means they kept me alive and well for an additional year. Though, I am no longer living under my parents rules, roof, or income, they still manage to be large participants in my daily life and choices; therefore, they have survived another year in helping form me into a working class, tax-paying, damn-the-man, graduate student, on the brink of insanity due to the cornucopia of work and school assignments with deadlines that are all too close for comfort.

In the grand scheme of things, I do enjoy the ability to look back and say "well when I was x years old, I did x". Howbeit, the fill in the blank spots usually begin with a low number and end with something either illegal or out right plain stupidity. But I supposed that's the point of birthdays. It offers people the ability to move past their past.