I’m spending my final day as a forty-something as normally as possible. Because, by now, it’s all over but the shoutin’. I had a revelation this morning. I have a birthday so that others may have a birthday. Yes, that’s right. I, Laura, control birthdays all over the world. Because when I love someone, I want them to keep having birthdays, because I want them to be here. The only (legal, moral) way I can stop someone from having a birthday is to stop having my birthday which would stop birthdays all over tarnation. Little children would be sadly disappointed, because they would not get to blow out birthday candles or have obnoxious birthday parties at places like Chuck E Cheese. Young men and women on the verge of 21 would just never get to be 21. They would stand outside bars and liquor stores forever. No admittance for you, sorry, you are only 20. This entire planet would come to a screeching halt if I didn’t have a birthday, basically.
So, I will magnanimously go ahead and have a birthday. It is not for me that I do this. It is to preserve life as we know it.
You’re welcome.
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well, thank you, mother theresa! now i can push ahead and look forward to 60!!!!!! aaaakkkkk! do you realize what you are doing??? oh well....days go by.
ReplyDeleteat last, the grand bubble of love descends to envelope you once more and you are no longer fraught! In times past, you have brought me into the bubble of love but I guess you temporarily forgot about this bliss-cocoon that keeps you floating above it all. Now the bubble is back! Stay in the bubble, my seester, and all will be well.
ReplyDeleteaye, tis a true story
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile and smile and smile. Yes, the big wheel of birthdays is turning and you must turn with it, or clog up the works. Think of those who were turning 50, and 60 and 80, keeping it turning for us when we were turning 6 and 9 and 16 and 21. Guess we all must take our turn.
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