So on Friday, September 7th, your friendly neighborhood superhero just turned 23.
And I'm pretty sure that when people ask me how old I am, I'll have a brain fart and stutter out: "Twenty-two-err, I mean twenty-three. Twenty-Three."
It is as if that little Freudian slip was my mouth's own testimony of how fast tempus FREAKIN' fugits.
These past five days have been great. Probably one of the most memorable birthdays ever.
The other night, I spent it sitting down with a friend I haven't seen in what seemed like forever, hwen it was jsut a summer. We spent our time talking the night away with my best friend passed out behind us reeking of shots and sharpie ink. As she was telling me about her great summer, I listened happily, with a splash of jealousy. But don't get me wrong. Things were going great for her, and I was happy because I honestly felt she deserved it. It was just a little sad how my life has been juggling trick of knives with bloody knuckles to go with it.
But just sitting there, listening to her and being that shoulder she cried happy tears on was one of the best presents I ever had. And leading a life where I find myself missing out on so many good times, I was surprised to find so many people there for me on my birthday. On my own good time.
And at the end of the day, it was nice to have someone who doesn't just believe in some iconic superhero. But simply believes in the classic, the ordinary, me.
And it's nice to have a fan.
And I'm pretty sure that when people ask me how old I am, I'll have a brain fart and stutter out: "Twenty-two-err, I mean twenty-three. Twenty-Three."
It is as if that little Freudian slip was my mouth's own testimony of how fast tempus FREAKIN' fugits.
These past five days have been great. Probably one of the most memorable birthdays ever.
The other night, I spent it sitting down with a friend I haven't seen in what seemed like forever, hwen it was jsut a summer. We spent our time talking the night away with my best friend passed out behind us reeking of shots and sharpie ink. As she was telling me about her great summer, I listened happily, with a splash of jealousy. But don't get me wrong. Things were going great for her, and I was happy because I honestly felt she deserved it. It was just a little sad how my life has been juggling trick of knives with bloody knuckles to go with it.
But just sitting there, listening to her and being that shoulder she cried happy tears on was one of the best presents I ever had. And leading a life where I find myself missing out on so many good times, I was surprised to find so many people there for me on my birthday. On my own good time.
And at the end of the day, it was nice to have someone who doesn't just believe in some iconic superhero. But simply believes in the classic, the ordinary, me.
And it's nice to have a fan.
i'm assuming your friend never found out who wrote on him huh.