Mandatory Pre-Birthday Blog Entry
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Last year, on the morning of September 5th, I woke up to find myself robbed of every crucial material possession I had. Akyat-bahay kids had climbed into my bedroom window, gassed me to make sure I wouldn’t wake up, and took off with my laptop, iPod, wallet, IDs, passport, passbook, and cellphone. Capitalist scum that I am, I felt barren because of it. Stripped of an identity, scrubbed until I was red, raw, and far too clean just five days before I turned 22.
Suffice it to say that last year’s birthday sucked hard. Spent most of it alone in the mall, buying whatever the hell I wanted in some reckless, hapless attempt to appease myself, then took my mom to dinner wherein I eventually crumbled into a clod of pure, sniveling self-pity. I felt like a mess. I was just scared shitless.
It is a whole year later and, without a shred of a doubt, things have gotten better. My life is probably still as much of a haze as it was before, but there are chunks of it that I know have improved. And despite being capitalist scum, it has nothing to do with any of that purchase power crap I hold so dear (read: my sense of abandon towards disposable income is still quite unhealthy and deserves to be frowned upon).
On my birthday this Wednesday, I know that I will spend it well. It will unfold at a steady, decadent pace, and in the company of a guy who is, in the most solid of terms, awesome. No niggling sense of unease. No troubling over having to be happy on this one day, because I know for a fact that I am.
Provided, of course, that I get in some rabid solo shopping time. Scum does get scummier by the year.
posted by marguerite @ 6:25 PM
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