Today was my 29th birthday. Birthdays can bring about many things. There is usually a party, sometimes there is presents, and those closest to you celebrate your life in various ways. As I started my 29th year on this planet, I felt many different things.
First, let me go through all the morbid thoughts. I feel like no matter who you are, once you pass the age of 25 you can’t help but feel “Crap this whole getting old thing is really happening”. I can practically hear everyone older than me screaming “Oh shut the fuck up! You don’t know what old is!”. And they are right, just like I am right for thinking that every time i hear someone younger than ME bitch about growing up. But we can’t help it. The bills pile up, the hangovers are more frequent, things hurt that didn’t hurt before. This is only the beginning of these problems, and they are only going to get worse.
I wasn’t excited for this birthday at all. Let’s face it, 29 is a pretty boring age. Most ages are after 21. It’s not like when we were younger, and it was a BIG event. “You are getting so big!” adults would say. It made you feel awesome. Now it’s more like “How old are you now? Jesus Christ I remember changing your diapers!” which makes BOTH of you feel old and you are both sad. Truth be told, I forgot what day it was. I woke up and noticed people had written on my wall, and thought “oh yeah…” It’s the sad truth. This could’ve been because the celebrations were a couple of days ago, but more on that soon.
But as the day went on, I realized how lucky I am. Throughout the day I received many messages from people who took time out of their day to wish me a happy birthday. Some through text, some through a Facebook post, and a surprising amount of people actually did both. None of these people had to do it, but it feels great knowing I have so many awesome people in my life.
I am constantly told by other people how amazing my friends and family are. Do you realize how amazing that is? That’s like being told I’m rich, without having a lot of money. I never tire of it.
These awesome people have given me some amazing birthdays. I have had everything from a party bus to a roast, which many people say was one of the best nights of their life (it certainly was one of the best nights of my life). This past weekend, my friends threw me an amazing party. There was so much effort put into it, I was in awe. So many people showed up I felt I didn’t get to talk to them all as much as I had wanted to. I got some amazing gifts, like a custom, on field Patriots jersey and a hand-made custom pen that my friend’s dad made. (My co-workers also made me cookies!)
I constantly ask myself what I did to get so lucky. I don’t know what it is, and frankly it’s a rhetorical question. But sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, I love you all. Thank you for making my life amazing. I really owe it all to you.
And now I leave you with this hilarious video that perfectly encapsulates both the morbid thoughts about birthday and the amazing ones.
What was your favorite birthday party? Craziest morbid birthday thought? Let me know below!