22 years

Yesterday we had a big family party celebrating:

My graduation from college
Sam's confirmation
Five birthdays (yes, five.)
Mother's day

The fact that yesterday was my actual twenty-second birthday was not overlooked despite the hubbub, but I can't say it really felt like my birthday either. Or that I now feel twenty-two instead of twenty-one.

I only pulled the "birthday girl" card once: so I could take the first turn as judge in Apples to Apples.

Then again, my birthdays have gotten progressively understated. I guess that's expected with the onset of adulthood. Maybe in five to ten years I'll be making a big deal of birthdays for my kids and my own birthday will pass by practically unnoticed. In ten years I'll be turning thirty-two. And who cares about being thirty-two?

Then again, maybe an aged Taylor Swift will have a song out about the wonders of being thirty-two like she did for twenty-two. Maybe.

Oh, yeah. If you read my last post you might be hoping for a follow-up.

Only about 3 people said anything on Facebook, and about 5 other people who couldn't be with me in person texted or called.

I'm okay with that, actually. I'm not hurt that a lot of people I'm "friends" with didn't know the significance of yesterday.

Why do I have a Facebook anyway??
...Probably because then I wouldn't know what to do with myself when I'm bored and wanted to veg. The wonders of killing time via the internet has been ingrained in me since adolescence.

Nevertheless, I don't really want to be creeped on. I want to get phone calls from people I haven't seen in a while who don't know what's going on in my life so that I can actually tell them. Or even--(gasp)--write letters!

I should probably stop saying these things because 1) this is not what this post is supposed to be about; I'm rambling 2) It's probably heresy and the internet police are going to come after me. I'm supposed to be a good little internet user with my blog and my Facebook and my multiple email accounts and my hours mindlessly wasted.

Just kidding, I want to continue my rant. Descartes introduced the idea that in order to find truth, one must doubt all they believe. If something is undeniably true, it can be kept as a belief, but everything else must undergo close scrutiny in order to discover truth. I think I tend to do this sometimes.

But I'm a total hypocrite because I literally just paused writing this post to creep on someone on Facebook that I've never met and am not friends with. It's like people-watching from the comfort of my own home.

Anyway, my birthday was yesterday and it was good despite the chaos and I think I'd like to have another one in about a year and I'm grateful to the people that remembered and wished me a happy birthday. And that's what I'm really trying to say in this post.


God bless.