The best birthday I’ve ever had was 8 years old. I have no idea why that one is the most memorable. It was somewhere between 3 and 8 definitely. My 3rd birthday was amazeballs because I had a sleepover that was epic as hell. I don’t recall where any houserules went or why a bunch of not so much toddlers anymore knew how to break them - but hell fuck yes. jumping from the floor to the bed to the hamper back to the floor…. it was one of the best obstacle courses in a studio apartment ever.
my mother is awesome for that….
but see then there’s 8. all I remember about 8 is having my entire family at the skating rink with me, for me. i remember being frustrated with how much more difficult the skating rink was versus the carpeted area around it. Most importantly, I remember getting a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Michelangelo watch. That shit stayed on my arm and when it wasn’t, I always had it in view.
to date - I’ve not had a great birthday as an adult.
i sometimes walk around my house pretending that i either don’t give a fuck or that i can’t find one…….
secretly, under my kitchen sink - there’s approximately 14 mason jars full of fucks that i keep on standby because portions of my heart are enlarged….
that extremely weird phenomena when you feel that no one will understand you. and then you realize several people actually know the DNA of your exact emotion.
then you get selfish as shit cuz only you’re supposed to have that feeling. and your fucked upness no longer belongs to you alone.