I’ve just decided. I had a birthday today (er, yesterday, now) and I have decided that the gifts given to me were tokens of love and friendship, and not given for any special reason. No birthday for me.
No desire to stay young, or cling to my youth. Age hasn’t impeded my perpetual childishness, so I’m not worried about losing any of that.
I have nothing against the number 28. I’m not afraid of the number 28. It isn’t even that old. It’s just that 27 was such a good year, and I’d like to do it again. So I will. Nya. I can do that. Because I said so.
Eventually, I will allow the numbers to turn over. Maybe when I reach 30. But for now I’m going to stay 27. Not that 27 matters. I still feel like I’m 16 years old, in the end. Still so much to learn, still so much to do.
So tonight I sit here, with a little piece of cake with a candle in it, listening to my old Sloan CDs (“Waiting For Slow Songs” - eeee!) and I will use it to make one wish: I give my birthday away to anyone who wants it. Go have a party. Buy a wee cake and feel good about yourself. Even if you’re lonely, even if you’re sad. Don’t age, if you don’t want to. But just take a moment and feel nice. I’m giving my 28th year away for free.
And if anyone asks, I’m 27.