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A post by
ladyjestyr reminded me of a reason why I'm a little melancholy and distracted at the moment. Just under a fortnight ago my 32nd birthday slipped past in a quiet and subdued fashion. My mum, wife and in-laws provided the requisite presents, including work shirts and whisky (I'm a grown-up now...) and I hit the cinema with Lorna and her ex-flatmate to see Finding Nemo. And that was it. My work colleagues were completely unaware of it. Only a couple of friends sent cards.
The worst thing was that I didn't care. It's a bit like Christmas, I suppose. You just grow out of the magic of it after a certain age. A quiet, unnoticed birthday was fine with me.
Still, birthdays do seem to generate a bout of life analysis in me, which is happening right now. I wonder what will come out of it?
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The worst thing was that I didn't care. It's a bit like Christmas, I suppose. You just grow out of the magic of it after a certain age. A quiet, unnoticed birthday was fine with me.
Still, birthdays do seem to generate a bout of life analysis in me, which is happening right now. I wonder what will come out of it?
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I'm hoping I have kids at some point in the near future or find friends with fun kids to hang out with. Really, the birthdays and halloweens and so on... it's hard to enjoy them as an adult, except through kids, IMO.
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(Yes, my paternal instincts are raging at the moment. Lorna has, quite sensibly, suggested we wait a few years, though.)
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