A beautiful December morning.
There's a moment where I think to myself... does the guilt I get from consistently lying to all my friends and family negate the overwhelming warmth I feel from getting showered with love and well-wishes?
Regardless.
A social experiment.
How many birthdays can one person celebrate in a year before people catch on?
My guess. Three.
In actuality. Four.
You see, every couple of months I've been quietly changing my birth date on Facebook. And every couple of months THE SAME PEOPLE are wishing me a happy birthday
December 4th was my fourth birthday of the year.
You may recall the excellent birthday that I had in August or the wonderful one in June.
I agree, the one in April was kind of lame.
I used to know some fairly stupid people who would spin themselves silly on birthdays screaming "May you live until ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY!!!"
Well, this year... in one year alone...
I did.
No comments:
Post a Comment