Another Birthday and Realization

My birthday passed again this year. Growing up we never did parties, it just wasn't our thing as a family. I can recall the few times that I was invited to a birthday party as a child. And by few, I mean two. The 2000s were a weird time to grow up. There were low-rise jeans and UGGS. Both are definitely ugly. They might be comfy.

Now that I am in my late 20s, I can honestly say that birthdays are overrated. I used to get upset that my birthday wasn't really celebrated. However, I've come to realize that it's just another day. I don't need a day to give me a reason to go shopping or to order that chocolate cake at a restaurant. If I want it, I should go out and buy it or do the thing that I want to do.

The hardest part is figuring out what to do or get. As I've gotten older, I found that I just don't care. I don't want my routine to be bothered or changed. Change is something that I don't like, it interrupts the processes that I've set up. At the same time, I have changed because the things I was saving to do on my birthday no longer interest me. I changed without realizing it. Are birthdays meant to celebrate the person? Or does a birthday make a person realize how they've changed without meaning to?

Getting older is a part of life. And with it comes more responsibilities. And things that we have to do even though we don't want to. I've decided I don't like birthdays. They remind me of all the ways I've changed without meaning to change. And getting older means paying bills, and no one likes paying bills.