My Birthday and Other Excruciating Introspections
Today, I want to talk about something I once-upon-a-time used to look forward too, but now fills me with sheer dread - my upcoming birthday. I know what you’re thinking, no one likes getting older, but it’s not even about that. Aside from the pains in my joints that exponentially increase with each passing year, and the extra gray hairs, I don’t particularly mind the getting older part. My birthday just feels underwhelming. Every year. After turning twenty-one, what is there to even celebrate? Being able to rent a car? Ew.