‘Twas my birthday yesterday.
Hm.
What a transformation!
Seriously, I’ve never really given a rat’s arse about birthdays. And I don’t mean, ye know, the actual day someone was born (considerably that is of quite some importance), but the bloody date in your calendar when you’re supposed to celebrate your life. Even if you’re not even slightly in the mood. I hardly ever am on april 2nd, for some reason. I’d rather celebrate my being a part of this particular period of time whenever I feel like it. And I do. Just yesterday, as I was expected to be all cheery and … communicative I rather felt like being in a really introverted, fucked up mood – but you can’t really do that, can you? You can on every other feckin’ day that is not your birthday, noone’ll give a crap, try not to be all cheery and enthusiastic, dripping of joooy and looove and all that kind of shit, what automatically will be assumed is “Oh my GOD, what’s wrong, you hate your whole darn life, don’t you?”
So don’t get me wrong there, had a really nice day, a lot of people showed me how much they cared, which, honestly, meant a great deal to me, I couldn’t have been more honoured! Still, the day I’ll actually celebrate my birthday will be the next time I bloody will please and feel like it.
Anyway, on the paper I now am 17, wow, yay, ain’t that a kick in the … wait, that doesn’t really work for me. The point is, it doesn’t change a thing (Not the latest finding, I am aware of that.) and I’m sure as hell not going to … reflect on the past year and what long way I’ve come, how time passes by etc. Then again, noone expects me to.
Btw, Dylan’s coming to Austria, what a treat!
