Ever just have one of those days?
Today was my birthday. Big fucking deal. I've known for decades now that birthdays get lonlier and increasingly more forgotten and obscure as time marches. Today, however, was one of my worst birthdays ever. (Even worse than my fourth birthday when I was supposed to be the "Birthday Boy" on some kids' television show; the star of the show was late [live TV] and grabbed some other kid - the wrong fucking kid - to be the show's "star." Then I managed to spill shitloads of horribly sticky coca cola all over myself {did I mention I was 4?} during "his" [really "my"] cake {non-}ceremony after the show. It wasn't even the other kid's birthday, that fucking little shit! The idiots at the show even gave him all MY presents; thus, my first introduction into the vast world of stoooopud people.)
My entire birthday today consisted of two phone calls: one from my Mom, and the other from one of my three nieces. Those were cool, although they made me very depressed (long story). But what really depressed me - for a start - was the LACK of a phone call or card from someone whom I have considered a pretty close friend for the last almost 25 years.
His failure to call with his portion of our annual HBD greetings ritual to one another (his BD comes first in February) has made me feel, yes, very very depressed and, also, angry. Does his control freak of a common law wife have her fangs and claws into him so deeply that he can no longer even make a simple phone call?
I don't know the answers to this - and other - questions, but I know that trying to figure out any of it when my judgement is clouded by emotion of any kind is futile and bent toward doom.
So, I'll just go back to being depressed in my weary little world, waiting to die, hoping that it ends soon - but not before I get that call....
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