Aonther Birthday.......

My birthday arrived right on time as usual at 12:01 January 12th. LIke every year I didn't have a choice as to weather I wanted it to or not. I suppose I could pretend it isn't here, but nobody else will and that would make denial pretty difficult. It's not that I don't like the day, it just gets tiresome at times. The "wow you're getting older" or "you're an old man now" blah blah blah routine is rather annoying sometimes. Family and friends seem to think that I'm an idiot apparently at this time of year(yes I really do know how old I am, I can count to ten too). I know what you're thinking right now too, lighten up it's all in good fun right? Perhaps I'm bothered by it because I don't do it to others when it's their birthday. A simple Happy Birthday is all that really needs to be said right?

I have also noticed as I get older I find myself not enjoying them as much. Not that I'm crabby or miserable, I enjoy life 365 days a year. It's just not as fun as when I was a kid growing up. Wearing those silly hats amd blowing those crazy noise makers and all. Yeah I can do that now(and I have in the past) but I'm not that innocent child that views the world as an innocent place as only a child can.

I've seen wars that I don't agree with nor understand. I've seen poverty and starvation in a country that sends billions overseas to other nations while children here go to bed hungry. Homeless who cannot find shelter from the cold, but billions being spent to rebuild countrys we've blown up to begin with. Medical aid to foreign lands while my own fellow countrymen cannot afford healthcare. I could go on and on, but you get the idea.

Which leads me to this conclusion-perhaps I don't enjoy birthdays as much because I long for the days of my youth when the only real problem I had was having a bedtime.

Oh and forgive me if thisw sounds like a wandering, senseless rant. i'm new at this whole blogging thing, cut me some slack. It is my birthday afterall :)