My Sister’s birthday was yesterday. She wanted cheesecake so we went to the cheesecake factory. If you don’t know what that is its a sit down restaurant that has a lot of options for food and more options for cheesecake. Its not bad. We drank we discussed, I argued with my Dad about the merits (or lack there of) of Hydrogen Peroxide. Its shit by the way, doesn’t do anything in small amounts and is dangerous in large.
I kind of hate birthdays, well not all birthdays. I hate my birthday. It hasn’t always been this way. I remember liking my birthday as a child just like everyone else. “Presents!” and all that. but some time after my 18th they stopped being exciting and started being…annoying? Uncomfortable? 19 and 20 are OK as they are steps to 21. 21 Is good and it was a good birthday (or so I’m told). But everything since then has just happened. I don’t ever feel older or surprised. Gifts are nice but usually cash or gift cards work best. People say I’m hard to buy for but I have a hard time understanding that. I like video games, comic books, novels, and nerdy t shirts. Not the most difficult stuff to find.
I think its the reminder that time keeps moving forward rather I want it to or not. It stretches endlessly and that number that keeps clicking up and up reminding me that I am anything but endless.
Also its embarrassing. I’m a grown man I can by my own cake.
The New Sage 