Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

my birthday

For just a moment I wanted to feel like a kid again today. Today was my day and nothing was going to bother me if I could help it. Everything was to be perfect. I would be calm, relaxed and exhibit an ultra cool demeanor. Today was the one day of the year that I could have strangers say something nice to me just by telling them that it was my birthday. Any attention that I wanted could be mine. I suppose that all of that sounds silly, but even now I still feel that way on my birthday and I think that's only natural.

Now that I just got finished saying that I wanted attention, I really didn't. What I mean is that I didn't tell anyone at work about my birthday nor did I make any real plans for the day. I kept everything very low key. So in reality there wasn't any wild party lasting for hours. Nor were there any trips to bars or any drinking at all. For the most part it was a normal Monday for me full of everyday chores such as getting my haircut. On a positive note the woman cutting my hair said that I wouldn't have to worry about going bald.

There was however one very nice rendition of happy birthday sung to me and it wasn't by some exotic woman either. The singer was my three year old niece and I thought that it was great. She got all of the words right and complimented the song with some dance routine of her own invention. Actually she bent down to all fours and spun in circles as she sang, which I thought was a very interesting interpretation. Her stuffed toy lamb who she calls Roger provided backing vocals.

There was a small amount of melancholy as I drove home from my parents house. With a dark winter sky above me I felt just a little older and slightly alone.

 
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