The Big (or not so big) 28...

I am 28 now. I don't really know what that means, nor do I really care to since this happened to be the most uneventful birthday...ever.

I actually couldn't wait for it to be over, and it's not just because I am old (remember you are only as old as you feel - and I feel pretty damn old), but also because I just wanted a day all about me. I wanted to do what I want, I wanted people to do what I said what I want...yet, none of that happened and like a spoiled little child I just want to pout about it. Really, how damn hard was it for someone to buy me a f'in plastic crown?? Okay, so maybe I didn't make it public that I wanted a plastic crown, and maybe the idea didn't come to mind until like 3pm on the day of my birthday, but still...I wanted to be special, yet I somehow managed to feel "oldest child syndrome" and emo all day long.

I didn't want to not have presents. I didn't want to have to go everywhere someone else wanted to. I didn't want to have to go to the store and pick out my own cake. I sure as hell could have easily skipped the awkward Facebook messages and e-mails (and non-existent greetings) from friends and family.

Maybe 28 is the whiny year, because I sure feel pretty babyish about this whole thing, but seriously was it too much to ask to feel a little bit special on your flippin b-day?? Lucky for a good friend or I would have been in bed at 9pm...we really should have gone out for some Tequilas...I swear today would have been a me as a fun drunk day. Dude, rubbing those t-shirts was the most fun I've had all day long...srsly.

I think more than disappointed I'm just a little scared. 28 is closer to 30, and I am alone. I have no plans - nothing. I don't know what to do from this point on to make the rest of my life greater - I'm stuck. I want to change, I need something to change, but I don't know what and I hate change, I'm afraid of change. As much as I hate change, I know something has to change but I don't know what and being closer to being (what I classify as...) over the hill, I am terrified of just doing this for the rest of my life - alone with no plastic freakin crown.

There is always the leftover birthday cake and memories of a good times rubbing t-shirts for an eternity.

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  1. 28? You are still a pup. Wait till you past thirty and you go for days wearing the same pjamas and you JUST STOP CARING. Hope that helps.

  2. A blog comment from someone you barely know is probably no better than an awkward Facebook or email message, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

    And hey, 30 is the new 20! (at least that's what I tell myself when I wake up in a cold sweat dreading the approach of 30, which is much closer for me than for you, so count your lucky stars :) . To reflect this, I'll buy you a plastic crown when you're 30, except with the number 20 on it.

    I'm a strong believer in changing pajamas at least once every 2 days though.