It’s All About Me

My brother has a pictorial tribute to me on his blog today in honor of my birthday. It’s a sweet sentiment, and I (sort of) appreciate it. On the one hand, all the college age pictures of me look so goofy. On the other, I thought I was heavy back then but I look so freaking thin compared to the present day ones that it depresses me. There is one photo of me in the last few years in that set, and in that one I just look fat old and tired.

Sigh. This is why I don’t like birthdays and hate to have celebrations or even recognitions of them. I wouldn’t have said a word about it if James hadn’t outed me. Having a birthday is, as they say, better than the alternative. To me, they are mile markers of a drive off a cliff, and I can’t say I find that comforting. Best to pretend they aren’t happening.

3 Replies to “It’s All About Me”

  1. I’m guessing you really don’t want to see the rest of the pictures then. I’ve got copies of the homemade-hairstyles pictures, too.

    Look at it this way, it’s not that we are celebrating that you are older, we are celebrating another year of your presence. And the fact that it is a presence worth celebrating says alot.

  2. Love that WREK T-shirt!

    Birthdays rule, especially August birthdays! My dad just got me a radio controlled airplane, which is of course mind-blowingly wonderful because it’s precisely the type of thing I’d always wanted but now as an adult would never buy for myself. It is also about the cheapest thing you could imagine that still flies, which I say not because my Dad is cheap, but to establish that he’s not spoiling me with lavish gifts or anything. It’s kind of neat HOW cheaply they’re able to make it, actually. Two tiny prop motors, a couple ICs of area less than a postage stamp total, a bunch of batteries in a crude controller, a stamped plastic flight structure and a-way we go! Cost of goods is probably less than $10.

    http://www.hammacher.com/publish/71269.asp

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