You know what I probably like most about Birthdays? They really help you figure out who your real friends are. In the day and age of facebook, nobody has to remember anybody's birthday anymore. All you have to do is look it up on their silly profile and you're off the hook. That's probably why I don't keep that information on facebook, and unfortunately my friends are forced to remember what day my birthday falls on, just like in the olden days.
Now since I expect this of my friends, I have committed to memory all of the people's birthdays who are most important to me in my life, aka my friends and family.
This week was my birthday and I received no surprises when it came time for me to receive calls and good tidings. In fact I have the greatest friends ever. Tomorrow they are taking me up to Waterloo so we can all be together and celebrate my getting old there. Aren't they the greatest? I am very thankful for my friends.
What I am not surprised about or really thankful for is my longest friend. I say longest friend because she hardly qualifies as my best friend anymore, especially over the past couple years. Whatever. Anyway, she was away during reading week, and was on a lengthy flight on my birthday. Which is totally a-ok. However, when she had ample amounts of sleep and was feeling chipper enough, a call would have been nice. Now I happen to know she's not busy, as she had ample amounts of time to post a ton of stuff to her blog.
This is not an isolated incident. She has forgotten before, about ten years ago. I forgave her, and she certainly made up for it. The thing is, I don't really care that much about it this time around. I'm tired of being kind and caring, and compassionate, and rememberful. Whatevs.
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