i celebrated my fifty-fourth birthday yesterday. as quietly as possible.
the most exciting thing about my birthday was finding ninety-seven birthday greetings on my “wall” (for all those non-proficient in facebook, that is my profile page). this evening i responded to each and every one. no sir, no blanket-type, one-size-fits-all acknowledgements for me (most birthday babies update their status with a generic “thanks for all the birthday wishes”). i thanked each one personally.
and yet, on this touching occasion, i am reminded of how sick i am.
i had ninety-seven people take time out to express their affection to me on my birthday and my first thought was, “where are the other three-hundred-three?” (i have exactly four-hundred facebook “friends”.) do they hate me?
how many more birthdays before i get the pride totally washed out of me?