Okay, I’ve had enough of this.
It’s my XXth year now. And each year, I’ve had this long-standing dislike, disappointment and depression around the 24th. Which is my official birthday. It’s a bitch of a time to be having a birthday. People are busy. Friends are going elsewhere for the silly season. I end up alone and feeling generally disappointed and sad. It’s been going on for a very long time.
Time to take charge of this beastie on my back. I have reached the all-important ‘Fuckit!’ moment, where the sheer unadulterated boredom and repetition of old behaviours finally becomes too much, rather like that video of snow on a sports stadium roof finally breaking through. The roof has collapsed on this little self-referential ‘woe-is-me’ adventure, the straw has broken the camel’s back, I’m so totally done with this.
I hereby announce that my birthday is now the middle of Autumn. I like Autumn. May 16th is the number that has popped into my head.
So. look forward to seeing peeps then! 🙂