Just so you know, I don’t think I’ve had a scarier birthday than 27. Maybe 12, because I was super sure I wasn’t going to make it past the age of 12 (don’t ask…I’m weird), but that was more relief, because A-HA! I made it, suckers!
27 was the age where I knew I wasn’t going to know where I was going to end up, but I was pretty sure I’d have a grasp on it, you know? Like, yeah, maybe I would still be like the show Friends, but more the later seasons when they’ve kind of found their calling. Not the early seasons when Rachel’s a waitress, and Monica’s just finding whatever food gigs are available. But, you know, Life if kind of funny in the way that it takes everything you THOUGHT was going to happen and knocks them on their ass.
Like……I totally thought that I was going to be crying on my birthday, but my roomie (Nurse Practitioner, if y’all didn’t get the update) surprised me with BFFLAAL. That’s right, I came home, and BFFLAAL was there! Just sitting…..commenting on my outfit! It was awesome. THEN, Manager and Roomie threw me a surprise party at Manager’s house. It was also awesome. At one point, Manager said to me, “you are so lucky.” (not in a “I’m amazing, look at what I did for you way”, but in a you have such amazing people - that aren’t me - around you that really care about you.) I looked around, saw my friends playing beer pong, talking amongst themselves, picking up the scraps from the Toy Story 3 pinata Manager made me hit blindfolded, making fun of my cake (meaning the picture of ME on my cake), and thought, “yeah, you’re right.”
So, yeah, maybe the job part of my life blows, and I don’t know exactly what I want, but I think I have some pretty amazing friends….and, really, isn’t that what our sad lives are about?
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