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Birthday

July 18th, 2001 - 2:00 a.m.

I'm Currently Avoiding:

It's My Birthday.

Should I feel old? When do you switch from awaiting each birthday with eager anticipation to either indifference or dread? And why are some birthdays vastly more important than others? I can reasonably understand 18 and 21, after all, you can legally do certain things when you reach those ages, regardless of whether or not you did those things before. But why is 13, 16, 30, 40, 50, and 65 important? Okay, I can see 65, since it's supposedly when people retire and enjoy old age (why they're enjoying being old, I have no idea.) And I guess maybe I can see a point to 13, since you become a "teenager" then. It seems like a big deal to turn 13, but then almost everyone in retrospect when they get out of their teens proclaim them to be the worst years of their lives. But why are 16, 30, 40, & 50 important ages to turn? Does it have something to do with numbers ending in zero? What is it?!?! Could someone explain it to me? Cause I'm confused and I'd like to have some answers.

Big birthday plans? Plans? What plans? Well, I might go out and see that alignment of the moon and 4 planets in a couple hours. Other than that, we'll see. My birthday's only a few hours old you know. Maybe you'll be told more about my birthday later, and maybe you won't. It all depends on my mood.

Oh, and Thanks Chad for the entry entirely devoted to me...short though it was.



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