I love going back and reading my old birthday posts. I am not going to link to them, you can find them, they are on here somewhere (probably all around October 2nd of each year).
One thing I noticed today from reading them is that I have a tendency to downplay my birthday. “It’s just a number” or “It’s just another day.” That is dumb. Past Josh, knock that shit off. The closer I get to death (oh stop it people, we are all getting closer to death, that is what getting older is), the more I realize these birthdays are meaningful.
Not because of a certain number being achieved. Birthdays remind us that we are still alive, and that we have so many people in our lives that care about us. Maybe. I do not know. I am probably just rambling at this point.
For a few years, I always made sure to check the birthdays on Facebook and wish every FB friend a happy birthday. I even had my own weird system for what kind of birthday wish they got depending on how close we were. Someone who is just a casual acquaintance: “Happy Birthday!” A good friend would get “Happy birthday, Name!!!” A core friend was getting a meme/picture/something. And then a year or two ago, I just stopped one day. I figured it did not matter, no one cares about birthdays, it is all pointless.
And then today, receiving all of those birthday wishes from people….well they made me smile. So you know what? I will do better at wishing happy birthday to folks. Sorry for anyone that I missed over the past year. My bad.
Wow, this post is weird. I am tired. Do you like the new coffee cup Lindsey got me for my birthday?
