Today we (my office) took Abe, a friend of mine and co-worker, out to lunch for his birthday. It's kind of an office tradition, a great one too if you ask me. However, if you ask our boss or another sour individual (wont name any names) they might disagree. They are both a little bitter that their birthday lunches got skipped last year. I can't even remember what the reason for this was. All I know is that they have not let us live it down and are constantly threatening us with double lunch this and buying them drinks that. I know, blah blah, cry cry. LOL! Ok, so back on point... office tradition. So Abe has made comments about how he hasn't recognized his birthday since he turned 30 and that he'd rather not celebrate it any more. I wont tell you how old he is now for fear of my life. I somewhat understand what he is saying. I have often thought that my 25th birthday would be the last I would celebrate. Nothing new or exciting happens after you turn 25.
At 13, you are officially a teenager. At 16, you get your driver's license and get to drive. At 18, you are considered an adult, most cases graduate high school, and move out of the parents' house. At 20, you are no longer a teenager and are taken somewhat seriously.
[Little food for though: I spent my 20th birthday in Iraq. It was very special to me though. My squad leader gave me the day off - for the most part. My friends made me improvised pancakes for breakfast. I got unique gifts wrapped in Iraqi newspapers. And the BRIGADIER GENERAL (1 STAR) even helped sing happy birthday to me. (Timing is everything!) Then later that night the Iraqis blew off fireworks and joined in the celebration of my birthday! (HaHa! More like they tried to blow us up with mortars! ~ Hey, you have to have some kind of sense of humor when you're going through that shit!)]
At 21, you can legally drink alcohol, get into clubs and bars, and start the official destruction of your liver. Finally, at 25, your car insurance decreases and you can rent vehicles.
I haven't had my own experience just yet, but most tell me that turning 30 is either very depressing or alleviating.
[Little food for though: I spent my 20th birthday in Iraq. It was very special to me though. My squad leader gave me the day off - for the most part. My friends made me improvised pancakes for breakfast. I got unique gifts wrapped in Iraqi newspapers. And the BRIGADIER GENERAL (1 STAR) even helped sing happy birthday to me. (Timing is everything!) Then later that night the Iraqis blew off fireworks and joined in the celebration of my birthday! (HaHa! More like they tried to blow us up with mortars! ~ Hey, you have to have some kind of sense of humor when you're going through that shit!)]
At 21, you can legally drink alcohol, get into clubs and bars, and start the official destruction of your liver. Finally, at 25, your car insurance decreases and you can rent vehicles.
I haven't had my own experience just yet, but most tell me that turning 30 is either very depressing or alleviating.
They (I have no idea who "they" are ~ just heard it somewhere) say at 30 is when you reflect back on your life and realize that you have or haven't accomplished the things you once thought you may have by this time. Therefore you are depressed if you haven't and alleviated if you have. I personally feel that at that time, I will be alleviated. Shoot, I'm alleviated at 25!!
Now, I have also heard that turning 40 is a lot like 30, only it can be more on the depressing side of the fence. (Again, I do not know.)
Then, by 50, I hear that you just don't give a rats ass anymore. (I like this opinion the best!)
I guess it really is just in how you live your life, what you accomplish, and how truly happy you are. Your BIRTHDAY is exactly that, the day you were born and celebrating the fact that that's the day you were brought into this world. I think all birthdays should be celebrated and thought of GOOD. And I also believe that the most celebrated person on your birthday should NOT be you but rather your MOTHER! After all, it was her that went through the pregnancy, labor, and challenging parenting to get you to where you are now.
So... be PROUD to celebrate you birthday and always say thank you to you mom!
Then, by 50, I hear that you just don't give a rats ass anymore. (I like this opinion the best!)
I guess it really is just in how you live your life, what you accomplish, and how truly happy you are. Your BIRTHDAY is exactly that, the day you were born and celebrating the fact that that's the day you were brought into this world. I think all birthdays should be celebrated and thought of GOOD. And I also believe that the most celebrated person on your birthday should NOT be you but rather your MOTHER! After all, it was her that went through the pregnancy, labor, and challenging parenting to get you to where you are now.
So... be PROUD to celebrate you birthday and always say thank you to you mom!
4 comments:
What a cute post! I'm over 50, but I'm not quite feeling the "rats ass" thing! :o)
I'm looking forward to 65 so I can tell deferred comp and social security to start mailing me my checks! (well, not lookig forward to it actually, but thinking positive) You're lucky to work in an office where you, mostly, all get along.
My 30th birthday was about 6 months and I was kind of depressed. Then I realized 30 is awesome. You are old enough to have some life experience, but young enough to still have fun!! I say celebrate every birthday!
Celebrate, Celebrate, Celebrate. You never know when it might be your last!
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