So my birthday is July 14.
I used to be pretty much indifferent to my birthdays.
Even as a child, I didn't make a big fuss over it.
I mean, I liked getting cards and gifts.
But I never really felt like the day itself was particularily significant.
Some people would ask the lame joke-question, "Do you feel any older?".
I say joke-question, because no, I didn't feel any older.
These days, I do.
I'm now 38.
Holy crap!
Where the Hell has my life gone?
Where is it going?
I could probably repost my blog from my birthday last year, and apart from my age, everything would be the same.
How sad is that, that a year can go by, and nothing has changed?
Okay, okay, I know, I have to try to remind myself of the positive things.
I've continued to lose weight.
I've got a whole new wardrobe to go with that weight loss.
I'm generally much more socialable than I was just a couple years ago.
But, my life is pretty stagnant other than that.
I'm no longer wallowing in self-pity for dreams of things that never came true.
I've rarely felt sorry for my mental health problems, despite all the glitches they've caused.
But, yeah, I hate being single, and I especially hate being childless.
And my birthday has become a day that reminds me that another year has gone by and I'm getting older, and I feel like I'm running out of time to achieve what are now really the only goals I have left in life - getting married and having kids.
I know that to some of you, those aren't exactly the most exciting goals for a person to have.
And years ago, when I thought I had lots of time, they weren't my biggest goals (but they were pretty high on the list).
Now that I'm 38, I fear that it's getting to be too late.
Okay, I'll quit my birthday whine here.
But I'll make my usual request to my friends - if you happen to know any single women, send them my way.
Actually, I want to add something. Even though I'm kind of down about getting older, please feel free to wish me a happy birthday. As shy as I generally am, I'm still an attention whore sometimes.
I used to be pretty much indifferent to my birthdays.
Even as a child, I didn't make a big fuss over it.
I mean, I liked getting cards and gifts.
But I never really felt like the day itself was particularily significant.
Some people would ask the lame joke-question, "Do you feel any older?".
I say joke-question, because no, I didn't feel any older.
These days, I do.
I'm now 38.
Holy crap!
Where the Hell has my life gone?
Where is it going?
I could probably repost my blog from my birthday last year, and apart from my age, everything would be the same.
How sad is that, that a year can go by, and nothing has changed?
Okay, okay, I know, I have to try to remind myself of the positive things.
I've continued to lose weight.
I've got a whole new wardrobe to go with that weight loss.
I'm generally much more socialable than I was just a couple years ago.
But, my life is pretty stagnant other than that.
I'm no longer wallowing in self-pity for dreams of things that never came true.
I've rarely felt sorry for my mental health problems, despite all the glitches they've caused.
But, yeah, I hate being single, and I especially hate being childless.
And my birthday has become a day that reminds me that another year has gone by and I'm getting older, and I feel like I'm running out of time to achieve what are now really the only goals I have left in life - getting married and having kids.
I know that to some of you, those aren't exactly the most exciting goals for a person to have.
And years ago, when I thought I had lots of time, they weren't my biggest goals (but they were pretty high on the list).
Now that I'm 38, I fear that it's getting to be too late.
Okay, I'll quit my birthday whine here.
But I'll make my usual request to my friends - if you happen to know any single women, send them my way.
Actually, I want to add something. Even though I'm kind of down about getting older, please feel free to wish me a happy birthday. As shy as I generally am, I'm still an attention whore sometimes.
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twinkie:
Thank you! At least you are a dude and could maybe have babies well into your oldmanhood.
fullmoonkisses:
Hey! Thanks! I had a nice, quiet, sedate, 'I'm getting too old for this shit' type of birthday! 35 so I watched "The Departed" with a bottle of pink champagne and lots of cake! 