BIRTHDAY RANT!

Right then 27 years young/old. This year has brought about a bit of a change in me. This blog however is not so much about "the change". Just taking the opportunity to rant about something that's been eating me up for weeks and weeks prior to my birthday.

Everyone (and everything in fact, nowadays) is bestowed with this one special day, every year. A day you call your own regardless of the tens and thousands of people who may share the same birth date as yours. This is YOUR day. The day Gaia (mother earth) opened your eyes to the world, freedom, and your choice of infinite possibilities laid ahead of you. So every year you and everyone in your life celebrate the day you were born. In short it's a very momentous day. VERY! right? I mean it is, your birthday? My birthday?
Right then. Here's where my views on those birthday sentiments end, and where my rant begins. To start off, a chain of unfortunate and trying events took course in my life over the last three, maybe four months or so. It involved me, (obviously) and my girlfriend/fiance of eleven years. A nightmare I could not escape from, asleep or awake. No, I won't be getting into the horrible details of this unexpected struggle, and most surreal experience I've had to endure. Sorry to disappoint the sadist types. The sad truth was, no matter how hard I fought to save "us". My efforts were futile and no match against a certain "Crystal" who had my lady firmly in her grip. Me and my lady are no more. Hard to accept after eleven years but undeniable. So........ you're probably thinking, "where does all this tie in with ranting about birthdays". Well I ain't ranting about your birthday, I'm ranting about mine.
You see I was the guy who fancied 'the girl next door'. And I was, 'the boy next door'. Over a small period of time, romance developed and it was inevitable.......
but wait here comes the "doo doo squish" (thats the feeling you get when you've just stepped on a steaming turd and say to yourself "Damn it, how did I not see that?") Why on earth did I ask her out on my birthday? Did I think it was cool? Jeez! Anyway, over the years the 29th of October became more and more momentous for that reason, our anniversary. Eventually I made the 29th our day. I mean that's what i know it as now. Being with her was a defining point in my life and the 29/10 was our "life landmark." And that carried more significance to me than just personally owning or claiming the day all to myself.
Ok lets look at it from this perspective. Do you remember what it felt like when that doctor pulled you out into the world and gave you your first ass spanking, upside down probably? I don't think so. Now do you remember what it felt like when you first kissed, and made love to that person you wanted to be with the most? Definitely.
So for the first time in 11 years I was supposed to celebrate my birthday on the 29th. Was weird as hell because my brain kept wanting to celebrate a relationship. I was uncomfortable and had no idea how to celebrate my own birthday. I know I have to work on it again, and I will. I'm a rain whistler. Anyway the 29th of October is completely lost on me. Now I'm thinking to celebrate it nine months before; when i was conceived. YUCK! So 29th of Feb it is. Makes sense to me. I think life constantly throws us from one sinkhole to another. We make it out most of the time. And there will be a mother of all struggles along the way, that should you make it through will change most, if not all of you completely. You could say, transformed, or even reborn. Maybe we don't just have one birthday. Throughout one's life, one might have more than a handful. And on that note to avoid being in this kind of predicament, just watch where you step. Asking a girl out on YOUR day is NOT cool.