Yesterday was my birthday. 24, man. I feel old. Honestly, it hurt a little more yesterday to run and swim. I do not think that is normal. You know how, on your birthday, no matter what you generally feel special? It does not matter about the attention you get, but when someone says “happy birthday” to you, it just fills you up. You feel special for that moment in time. And, it generally happens the entire day. Therefore, no matter how normal or how routine your day is, it is still special.
Yesterday was just like any normal day, I got up, drank some mate, ate an apple, went to the club, ran, did some weights, swam, came home, made a cake, had an aunt come over, stood around waiting for my friend to pick me up, went to an asado, came home by 1:30 am, went to bed. Super normal. Usually, on birthdays, this oh-so-super-normal day feels suuuuper special because everywhere you go there is at least one person you know that will wish you a “happy birthday.” Yesterday, however, I only saw three people throughout the entire day, people that I normally see, that wished me a “happy birthday.”
I do not need to feel special…I do not need attention. That is not what I am getting at. However, each person has one day the entire year to feel “special.” One day the entire year that is truly one’s own day—one’s birthday. Although, yesterday just felt more normal than any other day. The asado was wonderful, but that happened at 11 PM and ended at 1 AM….2 hours at the end of a super normal day. And, I felt as if the people there felt an obligation to go…because it was a birthday of someone foreign.
I am totally fine with how the birthday panned out. It was just odd. The first time in my life that my birthday seriously felt like any other day. Totally cool. But, it was just weird.
K bye.
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