The anniversary of my birth approaches, as does that of my conjointe. Somewhere, I am certain, someone takes great pleasure in the incremental details, but I can’t be bothered to concern myself with such minutia.
I have a friend who, as dictated by his religious beliefs, does not recognize birthdays as being cause for fete. He does not celebrate anything in fact, save for the resurrection of his messiah. While I cannot say that I wholeheartedly agree with that mentality, I must admit to being indifferent to the actual birthday party. Far too much attention focused solely on myself. No, that won’t do at all.
If I claim one indulgence this year, it is that the commemoration of the 27th year since my debut on this world will be spent among friends, doing something I shall no doubt enjoy.
Birthdays! Huzzah!