The Bear Bitch’s Project

I turned 26 yesterday.
I prefer not to call it a “birthday” because birthdays, to me, sound festive. When you hear “birthday” you immediately think of balloons, cake, parties, and all the hullabaloo. My 26th was anything but; it was pretty much a regular old Sunday and I did the same things I’ve been doing nearly every Sunday of the past 2 years. I went to mass, I went to the grocery, I washed the dishes, I did the laundry, I watched a Harry Potter marathon on tv … Nothing special. Only a handful of my family members greeted me and even my brother, whom I live with, completely forgot. But you know what? I didn’t mind it at all; in fact, I was hoping he wouldn’t remember so that he wouldn’t make a big fuss. Two years ago I had a pretty decent birthday. I had balloons in my cubicle when I got to work, we had cake in the afternoon, for dinner, my Dad took us out to a Sushi bar, and I even scored a couple of presents and even at that, I was disappointed. (Last Year’s Blog) I had an awesome birthday the year before and that one really fell short. I fully expected to feel the same way this year because of last year’s amazing New York trip but surprisingly, I didn’t. I honestly didn’t care that yesterday was just like any other day.
I wonder though, if this indifference is due to the fact that I’m officially in my "late twenties" (i.e. old), and therefore no longer care about the fuss made over the day of birth or simply because i have so much exciting things to look forward to in the future that it hardly matters that this day is mundane. I’m inclined to think its the latter. I’m going to a Lifehouse concert on Wednesday, I’m flying to Manila in April just for the Duran Duran concert (have I mentioned how much I love, love, love them?), I’m spending 10 days in Singapore and Bangkok with Lia and Tatin, and in September I’ll be going to Russia and Scandinavia. Even though I’ve never been to Russia and I’ve already been to Copenhagen and Malmӧ, I’m still so, so, so excited to go back to Scandinavia. So, will all those exciting things to look forward to, who cares if March 2nd was a bore?