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Monday, March 25, 2002
So yesterday was my birthday. It wasn't nearly as exciting as birthdays once seemed to me. In fact, not once did I go to Burger King to get my crown! How are people supposed to know it's you're birthday unless a) you're wearing a Burger King crown, or b) you tell them.
When I told people that it was my birthday, they asked me a whole bunch of dumb questions in addition to "How old are you?" There was "Aren't you a little short to be nineteen?", "Are you in college?", and the worst: "What are you going to do after you graduate?". How am I supposed to answers those kinds of questions? I don't even know what I'm doing now, let alone what I'll be doing after I get out of college! I can remember when I was younger and someone asked me how old I was, the hardest part was to remember to put up one more finger than last year when I said "This many."
Those were pretty good birthdays back when I could still count my age on just my hands. Now I'm even running out of toes! And instead of celebrating surviving another year of my life, now each birthday only serves to remind how ill prepared I am for the following year.
I don't have a specific direction; I don't know what I'm going to "be" when I "grow up". And by the way, when does that "growing up" thing happen? I'm still waiting. Most people don't go over the hill until they're about forty. Well, I think that I'm at the top of my hill and it looks like a hell of a long way down. I'm just hoping that if I look off into the distance I'll see that this is only a foothill and there is still a mountain full of adventure and excitement, waiting for me to climb it.
| Mr. McBastard | 2:13 PM | | |
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