So my 30th birthday is in a week from Saturday.
Truthful admission time: I was being a complete dumbass about it. Grown ups tell other grown ups that they should not care about their birthdays. We try to believe it is juvenile to care about them and to want someone to make a big deal about them is childish. My thirtieth birthday is a big deal to me and I was feeling guilty about it. I felt like a total jerkwad for wanting something that meant someone else would have to put effort into marking this day that has no actual relevance. What kind of self centered jerkwad am I? I am a grown up, I am not supposed to care.
I realized a few things, though, that make me feel less ridiculous.
Most adults who say they don’t care about their birthdays are liars. Most adults who mock others for wanting someone to make a big deal out of their birthday have a significant other to make a big deal of their birthdays for them, and there would a rain of hellfire if their significant other did not do something to make their birthdays special.
I have never known anyone who turned 30 while single. I only know one other single or childless person over the age of 27. I don’t know how single adult people do birthdays. I have never seen it. It made me feel lonely and odd. I didn’t realize what it was until last night. I admitted it last night.
I also realized how wrong I was.
I am at Tina’s house drinking homemade Arkansas wine while she is sewing Team Umizoomi Halloween costumes and we are talking about all the funny stories or inside jokes from our lives. Tomorrow night I am going to Haunt the Zoo with her family. We are going to have small adventures all week and on my 30th birthday we are probably eat cake and drink wine after her kids go to sleep. It doesn’t sound exciting, but I am stoked. This year has been incredible for me. I have so many amazing people in my life. I may be single, but I am sure as hell not alone. I won’t be going out. I won’t have a boyfriend to make grandiose gestures. I won’t have the stuff that people normally imagine they would want. I will have something simple, special, and far better than a bar tab.
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If it makes you feel any better, Mike has a significant other and we didn’t do shit for his 30th birthday. Because I’m a bad wife-type.
Hey you know more than one single-childless adult ^.^ I’d make a list but that seems insensitive.
And also…I am so sad I am not going to be there. This sucks! But I’m glad you’re going to have fun and awesomeness without me. Tina takes good care of you.