You say it’s your birthday *insert guitar riff here*.

As you get older, birthdays don’t mean as much. I think that’s both a good and bad thing.

The Good:

  1. Do you really want to draw attention to the fact that you’re getting older?
  2. After you hit 21, there are no more true milestones till 25.. and then all you get to do is rent a damned car.
  3. Do you really want to think that hard about the future? Marriage… jobs… houses… cars… etc… PRESSURE!
  4. No more birthday punches.

The Bad:

  1. Birthday parties and exorbitant presents were pretty fucking cool.
  2. It’s nice to be spoiled and pampered for 24 hours straight… especially when your birthday is nowhere near Christmas season… where you can also potentially get pampered.
  3. Birthday Rights: “We’re gonna do it MY way cause it’s my BIRTHDAY!”
  4. Birthday punches (for the punch-ers… not the punch-ees)… nothing like a quasi-formal reason to wail on your friend for all the little things they did to piss you the hell off.

**SIGH**

So glad it’s over. Gotta go take my Geritol. G’nite.

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