As I like to consider my birthday the start of a new year, I am glad to say that years 27/28 are behind me.
This past year I have coined “The Year of the Snub”
— not being invited to weddings of old roommates
— having a guy re-return only to leave again in the most cowardly way possible–after he gets a birthday gift and visit AND doesn’t even have the conversation in person, but on gchat. GCHAT people.
— having people that you thought were friends just fall off the face of the earth with no explanation. and when confronted, still have no explanation.
–having a guy seem interested in you, only to invite you and his “quasi-girlfriend” that he didn’t tell you about to a family birthday celebration. AND then flaking out on every social thing you invite him to.
BUT, I think these events have removed a lot of the dross and drama that so easily can sneak its way into our lives. It drove me to a lot of soul-searching and purging of hard feelings and anger towards all of the above.
I do agree that if I can get through most things, they make a good time or a good story.
And so, year 29, please be full of joy and fun new experiences, interesting people, contentment (most of the time), good food and music, and maybe, just maybe, love.