It wasn’t the first time. But it was the first time I actually felt the need to check myself and was shocked at the outcome.
You ever have one of those moments where you kind of step outside your body and look at yourself as if you were a person you didn’t know? And maybe for a second you forget how old you are or what year you were born? Yeah, that happens all the time to me, but then I snap out of it and come back to my senses.
But today…today was different….
I was wishing a random friend on Facebook a Happy Birthday today. I hate doing that, and I have my birthday blocked from public view so no one has to do that to me. I just hate that we feel the need to be socially PC and wish people a happy birthday just because Facebook tells us it’s their birthday. If it wasn’t for Facebook, you’d never remember everyone’s birthday. You’d only remember those that matter, right?
Anyway, I was on that page where it shows you who has an upcoming birthday. I noticed an old high school classmate from my graduation class has a birthday tomorrow and he will be turning 42.
My immediate thought was how is it that he’s a year younger than me and he graduated with me????!!!!???? I’ll be 43 later this month!!!!!
So I grabbed the calculator and did the math and discovered I was wrong. I’ll be 42 this month too.
Yep. I’d been thinking I was going to turn 43, and I’d been thinking that for a while now. Why? Because sometime last fall I just started rounding up and telling everyone I was already 42, so it made sense that I was going to be 43 on my next birthday.
People are going to laugh at this and shun me for rushing my life away, but we all do that, don’t we? So to those people I say….Happy Fucking Birthday to you too!
Hahahahahahaha! I was exhilarated when I realized after a whole year that I was only 68!!!! WooHoo!!
I get where you’re coming from. I lived out my 27th year alive thinking I was 28. The. Entire. Year.