It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to
Hedon’s edit: If you are coming to this post because you went to Google and searched “It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to” then I’m pretty sure you are looking for the song that was first released in 1963 by Leslie Gore. The song is actually titled “It’s my party” but she does say somewhere in there that it’s a birthday party that she’s having when that danged Judy prances in wearing Johnny’s ring. She’d probably be better off without him anyway, but he comes back and all is well in the follow-up hit “Judy’s Turn to Cry.” Anyway, hope this helps. Have a good one.
Luckily I don’t want to. Cry, that is. Well maybe a sniffle or two. Nah, I’m just kidding. I’m totally cool with being 44 and all. At least I think I am. Wait… self-diagnostic moment… yeah, I’m cool with it.
Oh sure the body is falling apart, but it’s been heading downhill for so long that it’s kinda turned into an exciting adventure. Will there be a new ache or pain this week? Or, oh my, what about a weird new skin blotch — that would be exciting.
As exciting as the body’s ongoing ride-on-rails into the depths of decrepitness is, the brain is unfortunately still firing on all cylinders. Oh yeah, Fernando is still smokin hot. Let’s just examine what he’s come up with in the past year:
Finally figured out the old saying, “A stitch in time saves nine.” Now you have to understand that this saying was created back in the day long before I hit the scene. So while the meaning was probably instantly obvious to those old-timey ladies who did sewing and such, I am of the Star Trek generation. So I always thought they were talking about somehow making some sort of alteration in the Space-Time Continuum. I always wondered if you did somehow manage to make “a stitch” in the time-stream of the Universe what were you going to save nine of? Nine minutes? Nine years? Nine months? Nine alternate realities? Nine possible past existences?
Oh it was all such a mystery. Then one day a couple of months ago I looked down at this purple t-shirt I have that has a rip in the sleeve. It started out as a tiny little hole but by this point it was a massive rip. Fernando actually said, “Damn I should have sewn that up when it was still small” and the sounds of angels singing started right above my head. A stitch — in time — saves nine stitches later. Ohhhh… I get it now. Good job, dude.
Then there was the time when I thought…. nope that’s pretty much the only brain breakthrough I’ve had this year. Gosh upon reflection that seems kinda sad. Nah… not really. I’m cool with that. I’d say my 44th year was quite a success. Can’t wait to see what crazy new ideas pop up this year. I hope it’s something like “blue is a color” or “ice cream is creamy yet icy” or something equally profound.