Monday, July 9, 2018

Birthday birthday birthday!

I know birthday wishes aren't a thing anymore once you're past a certain age but maybe I can do some birthday wishful thinking (SEE WHAT I DID THERE? WORDPLAY and it's not just the name of my Coldplay cover band.)

What would I wish for anyway? I already bought Chvrches concert tickets for September and 3 snazzy dress shirts. Maybe I need is a new phone to add to the collection. Like a few women, my Oppo F5 isn't living up to my expectations and I wanna go back to the honeymoon period (I NAMED MY OPPO F5 'DANIELA' AFTER THIS GIRL I LIKED AND I REGRET IT, SHUT UP. KRISLY WHO?).

Happiness? Too vague, bollocks to that.

What do I count as happiness anyway? Wishing for pop singer Hailee Steinfeld to give me a high five or a fist bump? SURE, but then I won't have to wash my hand for the next 26 years. I'm always Starving for her! (Wordplay!) Wish I could be friends with a doppelganger of her instead.

This is where I would probably write "I still miss  (insert either Krisly or Daniela here) and I'll never get over it as usual and there's no one else for me! *sob sob*" but no, I'm not gonna do that because I have bills to pay and suits to sell. I'm 26 now. Gotta grow old with money. I appreciate simple things and crippling depression from unrequited love isn't simple at all.

Birthday greetings are always nice and simple. I always appreciate them, regardless of social link level. I got several from work, even a phone call from one of the managers singing me Happy Birthday through the phone. The hotdog drawing was hilariously charming so that made my morning better.

All I got on my birthday last year was heat from my old Walmart manager for selling prepaid plans instead of a crappy overpriced plans with 500 minutes and 1 gig of data for $100. "You got me stress and hatred for this job for my birthday? You shouldn't have! ...No, really, you shouldn't have."

I always like a small, manageable amount of birthday greetings on Facebook. There was a point where I got over 150 people posting birthday greetings on my timeline and I only knew about 50 of them. Imagine trying not to copy-paste 'Thank you' over and over again.

Maybe, just MAYBE, I still cling on to wish of going to the Philippines with no emotional baggage whatsoever. The last time I was there, I had shitty friends and one okay friend from across the world messaging me about stuff. I fought with my now-former best friend online because she's a big hypocrite. Bleh. I'll be back in the Philippines and not have bullshit bothering me.

Oh, I bought suspenders too. I wear suspenders now.