I. Love. Birthdays. I always have--from the times of princess tea party sleepovers to pool parties to last year when I went to a casino for the first time with my Birthday Buddy. And I don't just love my own birthday-- I love everyone else's too. But this week is my Birthday Week, so I get to do a little navel gazing and love my own birthday the most. It is, after all, my favorite holiday of the year! Why? Because...- I'm alive! I am a living, breathing, walking, talking, Lindsey Marie that started out as nothing. And celebrating another birthday means I [miraculously] survived another year. A birthday means I'm alive, and that I get to do all the fun things that come with being alive. And that's why I'll never understand all the moaning and groaning and loathing of birthdays. Would you rather turn 40, or be dead? Enough said., if you ask me.
- You get free stuff. Especially in Ann Arbor. And for once, my birthday actually lands on a Saturday, which means I'll have time to run around town claiming all my goodies and getting fat and happy.
- Birthday resolutions. Birthdays are a natural point to make one-year timetables for goals. It's one of the only dates next to January 1 that makes sense to make goals and wishes. And you can bet that when I turn 23 this Saturday, I have some resolutions to make.
- Birthday parties! Obviously a girl like me can't leave the party off the list. Party in my honor? Yes, please!
- Birthday presents. Whether it's a postcard from Alaska, someone reading your blog very carefully and sending The Zombie Survival Guide (Thanks, G6!), flowers, chocolate, a AAA membership for your POS car, or a facebook shoutout, it feels good to be on the receiving end of things for just one day of the year.
- Shooting Stars to make Birthday Wishes on. The Universe usually sends me a present too, in the form of the Perseid meteor shower, which peaks on my birthday every year that I can recall. So whether I'm getting "stuff" or not, I always have shooting stars.
- You can get away with a lot on your birthday. "Oh, the hostess only seats complete parties? But... it's my birthday?" Or you can demand that your mom buy you a beautiful birthday dress when you turn 4, and somehow get away with it:
Paris Hilton once said "live every day like it's your birthday," but I disagree-- you should only get one special day each year to indulge yourself and be completely narcissistic. And for me, that's this Saturday!
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