March 4, 2014

  • 28th

    Yesterday was my 28th birthday. In the past, I would often become very reflective on my birthday, or even emotional. I guess I always wanted to be remembered, or to feel special, or to know that I matter to others. This year, like every year, I didn't make any plans for myself. A few people asked me why I don't go out and make plans to have fun, and my response was that it always felt weird to do so, like I'm trying to make a big deal out of myself. This year was simple, but it was nice. Everyone closest to me remembered my birthday, and that's really all I could have hoped for. David even came over to drop off "birthday goodies", and we ended up going out to dinner together.

    *sigh*
    ...has being away from Xanga for so long really dulled my senses and my ability to articulate anything meaningful? I hope not...