I thought to myself today if I have become a grown-up. I wondered if now I am supposed to have that regal poise when I talk about me or when somebody asks me what I want for my birthday.
The thought arose when my birthday just went by and I didn't feel sad about it. I remember, when I was a child my birthdays were of supreme importance. Anything else around my birthday was a mere footnote in time. And anyone who forgot wishing me was temporarily ticked off my list and how I always thought of myself as the queen in one of the ferret fantasies and foibles. I would always think of my birthdays as the astrally blithed days when everybody around me would look cosmically and eternally happy. And now when I turn 28, I am not a child anymore!
Life is strange in its own ways. You feel bogged down by petty things. Like yesterday, I felt awful about something. I didn't know what. Since morning my day was dripping boredom. One incident dangling from another made my sloppy mood grow bigger. I behaved erratically with V also. I lamented growing up to have become like this.
The only incentive of growing up is perhaps having V in my life. Thank you Lord for small mercies!
Happy birthday to me after all :)
