I know I'm not saying anything life-altering here, but birthdays kind of suck past 14 or so. Disillusionment becomes the name of the game. You come up on your birthday, and you expect to hit the day just like you used to when you were younger.
I bet it's because we all lose our sense of wonder. I am of the opinion that I have held mine better than most, but it just doesn't impress me when anyone remembers my birthday anymore. It doesn't feel like my day any longer. Really depressing, really.
Heehee. It was just my birthday. Nothing happened. I hated it. Funny, eh? I expected the world to acknowledge me, before I realized that I am actually worthless in the grand scheme of things. I'm realizing that I'm actually okay with that. I can die without a legacy, and I'll still die happy (Hopefully).
My roommate explained to me once why he's in the military: he needs to have a legacy. He's in the military to become some kind of war hero. Not just any war hero, either. I'm talking hand-in-his-shirt Napoleon style, here. All because he's afraid to die without leaving his mark. Really, I just don't wanna be him.
Ramble Ramble Ramble. Anyway, enough of this emotion stuff. I am done.
If you ever plan on not sleeping, pondering birthdays is a bad idea.
