Birthdays
Well avid readers, yesterday was my birthday, the big 29, and was it all I had hoped it would be? Nope. I spend Saturday afternoon with my family which was fine, then had to work Sat. night at the club, then Sunday, Dawn was going to come home around 4 after she got off work and take me out to dinner. Well she came home sick, and we did go out, but we went shopping for Christmas decorations, and then just went to a movie. I didn’t even get birthday sex or a birthday body massage because she was too tired and didn’t feel like it.
I guess, when you get older, your birthdays just aren’t as important and special as they used to be. People forget, others just don’t care anymore. Granted, I can’t remember everyone’s birthday either, but you’d think that when a person’s b-day falls on the same day as a place getting bombed by Japanese forces, it would stand out more. But no. No cards from friends, no phone calls, not even from my brother who forgot. So, I don’t look forward to birthdays anymore. In fact, I think from this moment on, I’m not counting my birthdays. I’m just going to stay 29 forever. I can do that, can’t I? I can’t stop aging, but I can stop the number, right? What’s the point of celebrating your birth, if you don’t have anyone to celebrate with?