and the world just happens
A couple of family members who I happen to live with forgot my birthday was imminent. One them only remembered 8 hours before the clock ticked over midnight because the one family member that did remember asked if they remembered.
The fact that I forgot my birthday was coming too is quite irrelevent.
The only way to sing in such a birthday is to go and harass online roleplayers while in a mildly intoxicated state until 3 in the morning. Far more entertaining than it sounds.
Last year, I was proud to turn 25. It's a nice shiny number, 25, and a big number at that. Look how long I've hung around this Earth, 25 years, remarkable!
This year, not so much.
I am 26 years old and I still live with my parents, in the same room I spent the first 18 years of my life. I have a university degree that is useless, and a job that does nothing, goes nowhere, provides me with no skills I can apply elsewhere, and is neither challenging or stimulating. I don't have a significant other of any description, or children, or the potential for either on the horizon. I haven't seen the world, I haven't changed the world, I have achieved nothing of significance and I STILL HAVEN'T FINISHED WRITING A BOOK. ANY FUCKING BOOK.
The cake was nice though.
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Well, Happy Birthday anyways!
In light of this post I think I'm going to skip my birthday this year. Doesn't sound like it's worth it.
Haha, I like the idea of harassing online people while drunk though. That does sound fun.
Have some more cake. *hug*
Whatchoo talkin' about, Selena? You just moved out of home, score one Selena!
I was kinda hoping to pick up on the harassing again tonight, alas, no one has come out to play.
>I don't have a significant other of any description, or children, or the potential for either on the horizon. I haven't seen the world, I haven't changed the world, I have achieved nothing of significance and I STILL HAVEN'T FINISHED WRITING A BOOK. ANY FUCKING BOOK.<
Well, I've travelled a fair bit, but otherwise, SNAP! And I'm 41.
Happy birthday!
Chris, having more years than me means you're older, wiser, and less likely to mope about like Hamlet.
At least, I hope so. Oh please say it is so.
Thanks, guys. : )
I still <3 you, Tess.
Happy birthday. *smooch*
It is so. :)
Definitely older. Maybe just a little wiser. And my moments of Hamlet-like moping have dwindled with age.
Um...I still live in the house where I grew up. I moved out of my room and into my mom's room a couple of weeks ago (you know, the one next to the bathroom? the "good" room? yeah, only took me 8 years).
No kids. Don't even have a job to bitch about right now. But I finally have a relationship, and I've got enough stoopid happy to share, so here (*pushes some over*), have some.
Love you :) Happy birthday!
Happy Birthday, Tessa.
You have friends who care about you, a way with words most people could only dream of having, several published short stories, enough income to be able to travel and buy books, and a mind capable not only of surviving university, but of walking away from it with a degree. (In addition to this you also have bouts of enough emo-angst to humble a dozen teenage livejournalers, which is no mean feat!) ;)
*hugs*
And happy birthday. *sends such happy vibes as he has to share across to ocean*
Ahaa! Aanimal, that just cracked me up!
Thanks guys. :)
at least you got cake ;)
/belated birthday greetings
come visit me in taiwan! that'll knock out at least one of those things.
Hey Tess. It's Donna (from Canberra). How are you going?
I haven't published a book yet either. And as I'm still working on my MS(s)...I haven't conquered the world either. Or changed it. Actually I haven't even discussed it at length.
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