I think I am going to boycott my birthday this year. I have realised that as I get older the actual celebrating becomes more and more of a damn hassle. Why is that?
I am not particularly afraid of getting older and the idea doesn’t really make me miserable. It happens to everyone. What is the big deal? “Oh no! I’m not young enough to not know how to handle my liquor anymore!” was never really a thought that crossed my mind. I kind of like the idea of learning and growing. I am not absorbed in the way that I look since I have never been much of a looker anyway, I don’t feel that age will take as much as it will give.
What I am boycotting is the actual celebration process. It’s damn exhausting trying to plan an event that will keep everyone, happy. Should I have something at home, should we go out, if so – where should we go? If we stay in – we have the weather to consider – braai or dinner party?
No thank you.
No big plans for the so-called quarter-life crisis. Screw it. This year – no big cake with a cabana boy jumping out of it for me…. Unless, of course someone truly insists... actually… that would actually be fucking awesome!
Okay – scratch that last idea. Cabana Boy in cake OR nothing!!
PRK
