It’s safe to say that I simply don’t place the same level of celebratory importance on the much-anticipated 21st birthday that most people do. In fact, my birthdays in general tend to be rather dull events in my mind- particularly the last few. As time wears on and my endless battle with the opposing forces of my desire to do something in this world continues, my resolve somehow remains unchanged.
I want to make a difference.
I will make a difference.
Even if it’s just a small one.
This year, I had an unexpected (and, to be honest, unwelcome) visitor around my birthday who insisted on buying me a gift. He planned to buy me a Google Chromebook. After doing some research to figure out what the hell that was, I declined, saying that I had no need for one. Still, the insistence on getting a gift continued, eventually getting into the realm of nagging.
For the record, I do very much appreciate people wanting to get something for me (it’s a very rare thing; typically it’s always been the other way around). But when someone politely informs you that they don’t want you to get them a gift, it’s best to just take them at their word. In this case, however, I can hardly complain about the result. Continue reading