I didn’t join the 27 Club, after all. Today’s my birthday, and I’ve made it to 28.
Honestly, I’ve never thought about my life this far. I didn’t know what 27 was supposed to mean or feel like, and I’ve no clue as to what 28 should. I made it through all the 366 days since last year, but I still can’t tell you what 27 is like. It’s different, but it’s more the same. I’m guessing 28 will stick to that formula.
I never done good things
I never done bad things
I never did anything out of the blue
– David Bowie, “Ashes to Ashes”
“Changes” by David Bowie had been on my mind lately, hoping that it will somehow translate into life. But, “Ashes to Ashes” has taken the spot today, I don’t quite know why, except perhaps, the above few lines. If 28 can change, and it has to, it will have to negate the above negations. Otherwise, it’s just a number. It’s just another day.
To digress to other events on this day, we have:
George Clooney’s birthday
Sigmund Freud’s 160th birthday
International No Diet Day
National Beverage Day
No Homework Day
No Pants Day, among several other bizarre holidays.
Therefore, though it’s practically impossible for you and me to celebrate all of the above and more, here’s what I’d like you to do:
Take a glass of your favourite beverage, forget about calories and get a slice of your favourite cake in front of you (optional: no trousers, no homework, a copy of The Interpretation of Dreams and a George Clooney movie marathon) and just celebrate the fact that we’ve all made it this far.
All of us.
I honestly didn’t think I would, and I would have to give you significant responsibility for bringing me here. I’ve been writing this blog for nearly two years now, a fact that seems absolutely unfathomable to me. And yet, you made me do it. And you made me go on. I haven’t had any cake yet, though the day isn’t over, but I raise a glass of Fanta to you (not my favourite beverage, but will have to do for now) and say, thank you. Just, Thank You.
I found out yesterday that “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol has recently turned ten years old. I don’t know why that fact possessed me enough to make a karaoke video of the song. But, as a further birthday indulgence, here it is:
To quote Kate Bush (yet again): Please, be kind to my mistakes.
In other words, please don’t go Simon Cowell on me. I’m not about to hit the charts anytime soon.
Skeletons in love are absolutely hilarious and absolutely romantic.
Thank you, again.
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