"How does it feel to be 30?" I hear you ask.
Well, not all that different, I reply. And due to the way my mind works, I believe it will probably remain that way, no matter how old I get. Be I twenty, thirty, forty, ninety; I will still feel between six and ten years of age inside, depending on the day.
"Did you get any nice presents/cards/Etc?" I hear you ask.
Yes indeedy, I did, I reply. I received a plethora of particularly beautiful cards with particularly nice messages inside, a long chained necklace with a colourful metal toucan shaped pendant - I have named him Jean-Claude - a delectable miniature wooden music box that plays "Waltz of the Flowers" when wound up, an owl keyring (it is well established that I have a thing about owls. When in doubt, family and friends know, go for an owl) that I have attached to my long suffering shoulder bag, a dear little doggy notebook (including a collapsible pen) and money. LOTS of money. Enough money that I have not only had a meal out at pizza hut (yes, again) and a visit to the SeaLife Centre (there were penguins!), but I also treated myself to a strong shopping bag worth of second hand books and this morning have had a merry time ordering fun-but-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things-unnecessary things on Amazon that should be arriving within the next couple of weeks.
AND THERE IS CHANGE! Only about 3p, but still.
Loved and spoilt am I...
...Speaking of being loved; I have three very dear and close friends that I love very much. And they love me very much in return, I know they do. But...I'll be damned that not-a-one of them remembered my birthday this year.
That's right. None of them.
=shakes head ruefully=
See, this is what happens when life won't leave you alone enough to think; everything that isn't immediately urgent and in your face goes to the wall.
"Aren't you all hurt and miffed that they forgot??" I hear you gasp.
Meh, I reply; not particularly. I was/am amused more than anything. Much grovelling has ensued from Best Friends 1 & 3 and I anticipate some more when Best Friend 2 finds out as well (which she will when she reads this). But no, I'm not hurt at all. It's just one of those things. The process of living Everyday Life takes over and sometimes things, even things involving people you really really care about, slip into the background and blend in so well with the surroundings that they are missed.
...Anyway, everyone that has ever been in my company for more than a few minutes knows that I can't claim any sort of moral high ground on this subject, at all. Dates are one of the things I am irredeemably hopeless with (another being directions). I'm not sure why, but my (admittedly emotively chaotic mess of a) brain just doesn't seem to be wired to cope with them properly; I get them mixed up and muddled and as as a result complications with varying consequences ensue. I get the month right (.....well, generally. ......well, sometimes), but somehow the day ends up meandering around in a daze not knowing where to land, or in many cases simply wanders off in a daze to be forgotten about all together, leading to an awkward conversation that starts along the lines of "...your birthday: I know it is in June, but...?"
And as to simply letting the date slip by completely unnoticed, well, I have done that too, to each of my friends at one time or another. Best Friend 2's had come and gone by over a month this year before a little panicked light bulb blinked on and yelped "WHOOPS!" (though in my defence; dad had passed away only a few weeks before and everything was a bit of a blur).
So I don't mind, not a bit. It's just that this is the first time that all three have forgotten at the same time, is all.
=grins=
Still. T'was a fun birthday, so t'was.
I am a lucky, lucky girl indeed.
Alice x
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