I feel like the occasion calls for me to say something insightful. Something deep...
And I guess I could talk about how strange it is to realize that after a certain amount of years, your birthday starts to just be a book, a hat, mittens, and glowsticks from your father, dinner with your Moms, classes, a Guerilla performance, and someone else's party with a bunch of acquaintances and strangers. It's strange, I don't have a locker with signs and balloons, anymore. I'm not throwing a party. Because I refuse to compete with Footloose and other people's parties, because of the inconsistency of my life. But this new isolation and loneliness only makes me appreciate more the things that are still there for me: Bringing cookies on my birthday, and Dan. =)
Overall, I'm just overwhelmed. I have this feeling of being permanently falling, or maybe suspended, with everything just... left hanging. Sometimes I feel like I can't count on anything, or anyone, and as though there aren't any words for "future" that don't also mean "doom." But, if there's one advantage to all of this uncertainty... it's that I can't take anything for granted.
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