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Birthdays; Today is mine....Mum's....
Jun 13, 2007

OK, so I’m 49 years old, as of 6 am anyway. That’s about the halfway point of my life expectancy of the 140 barring any accidents and more maths exams at which I have been, and am, a dismal failure. Not sure anyone would notice tho’.

However, I’ve been walking and talking for the last forty eight of those years, excepting for when I died in a year that also involved an eight which virtually bears no relevance to the crap that I’m writing now.

Anyway, because I was abducted by aliens aged 18 months, which is quite an odd thing considering our (Earthborn) astronauts don’t get to go into space, (not to be confused with MySpace as it appears it has with some), until they reach the age of at least seventy three, and I was returned at 15, no age 15, not quite the cute and good looking specimen I became, at least, until I died in an horrific RTA and only learned to dance after that time.

So, birthdays. Just why do we celebrate them? I mean, come on, we look at life and all it’s hazards and miseries; all it’s faults and complaints; all the nuisance factors that herald themselves into our psyche on a thrice daily basis, why ever would we, do we, celebrate the day we were born. It’s not as if aliens do it. So I’m told anyway…

As children, birthdays were usually fun, unless you’re a child now, what do you think? Is it, are they, still fun? And cake? Why on earth do we create humongous chocolate cakes, humming with sweet, sweet icing in the hue of technicolour dreams, maybe with sweet angelica paraded upon their surface, all which, once neatly sliced (or not) melt in the tongue in a delightful array of taste splicing beauty. Then candles. Candles? Why do we light candles as a way of celebrating, or remembering the bloody age we’ve reached. Obviously there won’t be candles on my cake. Would need to have the fire brigade on hand, just in case. But that’s assuming I have a cake of course.

Perhaps no-one thinks I want on. Do I? I’m not sure, the smoke alarm is damned sensitive as it is and that’s just when the missus is cooking salads!  

But I undress. Sorry, DIGRESS! Birthdays are marked on calendars so that once a year we have a bloody excuse to get bladdered, and no-one argues about it. It also saves nicking notches into our bodies like we would a piece of wood, marking a calendar if we were shipwrecked alone on a desert island.

When we’re children, it’s a great way to have friends round that your parents wouldn’t normally have you associate with, to eat lots of stuff that government and other nosey old codgers tell us bad for us.

When we’re teenagers, it’s a statement to effect a condition to our elders and peers that we have ‘made it’, we’ve stepped up top that plate of life ahead, lovingly called, the future. A codicil that we are now fully aware of all those adult conditions we’ve been, for whatever reason, veered away from, like alcohol. And other stuff.

In our twenties, we kind of like to show everyone, we’re still young enough to have birthdays because we are still young, basically.

Thirties begin to get a bit scary, we are, quite by surprise, reminded that we’ve reached the point of no return. That our children are now doing what we did as children and somewhat overbearing teenagers. But we know that the big FOUR – O isn’t all that far way.

Then the forties. The age when life begins(?). Right! It’s said often enough to have people believe it. I don’t think it’s true tho’. Why would want to wait until we’re all or at least, pushing forty, to begin a life we’re already lived?

But the numbers now, seem to slow down. They have a will all their own. We begin to drop one year, then two, four, eight until we’re bloody 29 again.

At forty nine, I am much younger than my father was at this age. At forty nine, I look back with nostalgic feeling, at school days and old friends. Even at this, still somewhat tender age, people I schooled with have already left the planet, which has a sadness all it’s own. But it does make one look more definitively at oneself and the lifestyle we have created and exist in. we have memories we can call our very own, no-one else can or could live them. They are unique. They are exclusive. They are ours.

So by 6 AM, give or take a few minutes, can’t remember, I know I was there but it’s not always easy to recall such events with clarity, anyway, six AM, fourteenth of  June in the year two thousand and seven, I shall pass the landmark of forty nine years of age. I’ve lived a life, even if only half of a projected figure yet to be approved by whosoever fills in the logbook and experienced highs and lows. Have had some horrendously sad moments and some horrendously happy times. Whether pf which outweighs t’other, cannot be decided simply by trying to judge, I have at least, lived while trying to achieve much, maybe the goals have been set to high but don’t we all try all the same? ‘Course we do.

So will I celebrate this birthday like any other, for example, as I did as a child? Well yes. And no. yes because those close to me, family, friends, seem to insist it is so. Can’t ask for much more really can I ? and if there had to be a no, it would be because of those who are no longer with us, family, friends, even acquaintances whose paths have crossed over the past forty nine years.

But also because, as a child, it was as much as your Mum would do to ensure the day passed without fuss but successfully happy. My Mum is no longer with us, as in earthbound, but she’ll be watching from somewhere not too distant to ensure this one passes also without a hitch, just as it did at around 6 AM forty nine years ago.

And that’s why we have birthdays. For our Mums….

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Prima B. (1318) 		Wednesday June 13, 2007, 10:08 pm
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND WRITTEN LIKE A TRUE GEMINI,RON ! OR A WRITER THAT SURE THINKS LIKE A GEMINI. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU HAVE ALL GEMINI IN YOU OR NOT BUT YOU SOUND LIKE IT 100%

This comment below by you reminds me of my thoughts I had this year for my Birthday June 7th.

At forty nine, I am much younger than my father was at this age. At forty nine, I look back with nostalgic feeling, at school days and old friends. Even at this, still somewhat tender age, people I schooled with have already left the planet, which has a sadness all it’s own. But it does make one look more definitively at oneself and the lifestyle we have created and exist in. we have memories we can call our very own, no-one else can or could live them. They are unique. They are exclusive. They are ours.

I do believe Birthdays are a special day for the person who gave birth and the person whose life and day it is. I know many people who gibe gifta to the mother of the person whose Birthday it is for giving them life.

At this point in my life personally,I have thought the past year I never thought I would . It is different for me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE...
Prima

Prima B. (1318) 		Wednesday June 13, 2007, 10:11 pm
It's 1:09am Et for me. I don't know exactly with all the time differences when 6:am is for you and which one do we actually consider our Birthday? I guess it would be the time where you were born.

Prima B. (1318) 		Wednesday June 13, 2007, 10:34 pm
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND WRITTEN LIKE A TRUE GEMINI,RON ! OR A WRITER THAT SURE THINKS LIKE A GEMINI. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU HAVE ALL GEMINI IN YOU OR NOT BUT YOU SOUND LIKE IT 100%

This comment below by you reminds me of my thoughts I had this year for my Birthday June 7th.

At forty nine, I am much younger than my father was at this age. At forty nine, I look back with nostalgic feeling, at school days and old friends. Even at this, still somewhat tender age, people I schooled with have already left the planet, which has a sadness all it’s own. But it does make one look more definitively at oneself and the lifestyle we have created and exist in. we have memories we can call our very own, no-one else can or could live them. They are unique. They are exclusive. They are ours.

I do believe Birthdays are a special day for the person who gave birth and the person whose life and day it is. I know many people who gibe gifta to the mother of the person whose Birthday it is for giving them life.

At this point in my life personally,I have thought the past year I never thought I would . It is different for me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE...
Prima

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