This year though... I kinda want to skip my birthday.
Last year was my 30th. Most women hate that number. They stay 29 forever. My big sister now claims I'm older than her. When I was younger, I'd ask my mom how old she was on her birthday and she'd say 29. It took a while before it dawned on me that she was saying that every year. But me? I really didn't care when I hit 30. I wasn't pulling the "I'm 29 forever." crap.
Thirty-one is different though. It makes me cringe. Maybe it's because this past year has been less than stellar. I've been jobless (a one day a week paper route that pays less than $5/hour doesn't count as a job,) ended up having out patient surgery which led to bills. Not to mention Snapshots' horrible release. Combine that will sales on the decrease and no money to spare on promotion, it's been a stressful year. It could also have something to do with the fact that on surveys I'm no longer in the 21-30 range, but 31-40. It's like, wow, I'm old.
Now the optimists are saying, "Time to change things around with this birthday. Pick yourself up, put 30 behind you and make your 31st year alive the best ever!"
Let me make this clear. I'm not an optimist. They make me want to punch them. In the face. With sharp objects. (Mind you, I stick with pessimism mostly because it's funny.)
Anyways, I'm ready to skip my birthday. No birthday wishes. No celebrations. I'll take the cake, but that's it. Is that hipster of me to forever be 30 when most women are forever 29?