This Birthday Feels Different
April 1, 1992 It was always a toss up on whether or not people would make extra jokes for my special day or if people would be painfully avoidant of anything that would be perceived as a joke. Nonetheless, I recall much of my youth being perfectly excited about the years going by, counting down each milestone. I'm not sure exactly when that stopped, but at I do know that at some point I stopped expecting to make it to the next year. In the most recent years I have felt indifferent at best regarding my birthday. Happy to make it another year, but not feeling the need to make an ordeal of it. Spending time with loved ones has been more than enough to make me happy. This year though, I have wanted people to forget about it. That wish hasn't come with any deep seeded disdain towards the day by any means. I just feel.... nothing ..... in regards to it. In fact, I have continuously forgotten about it approaching until my girlfriend or family member brought it up. The d...
