A fan of Los Angeles, my brother is not. So, it’s kind of a big deal that he braved the city of traffic to “celebrate” my birthday with me last year. I use the term celebrate loosely. I sure know how to throw a party!
The trip concluded with a Thrice show, a year ago today, that would bring us right to when I would be dropping my guests off at the airport. Always a fan of special edition vinyl, my brother promised to pick up a copy of the tour only pressing of their latest album at a future show he’d be attending, since the time crunch didn’t quite allow for merchandise purchasing.
Unfortunately, at subsequent show, the special edition vinyl was no longer available. I eventually invested in the standard and moved on.
A year later, timing displaying a strange synchronicity, he happens to catch a special, flash repressing of the album. He still gets me.
The older you get, the less people wish you “Happy Birthday!” on Facebook.
I know I’m the last person that should be allowed an opinion on the matter. Preferring to send a direct text, phone call, or most ideally actually delivering the well wishes in person, it’s rare that I leave my mark via social media. If I have no way outside of social media with which to contact you, let me go ahead and apologize for all the years you went without hearing from me. (Something tells me, you’re sleeping just fine.)
I don’t know if it’s the exposure of it, the anxiety that there’s no way I can keep up with them all and who am I to prioritize, but I’ve never been good at it. Much like I’ve never been good at Christmas cards. (Thank you cards on the other hand, kind of my thing!)
So, I guess I point all this out, not to sound, “whoa is me” about the situation, but rather to actually express gratitude. Whether you’re nailing the birthday gift game, providing a much needed oasis of unconditional love, or a notification reminded you of my existence for even a split second, I genuinely appreciate the well wishes.
Without getting overdramatic, it never hurts to know you’re not alone attempting to figure out this crazy concept of existence.