Today is my birthday, but it feels like any other day. Perhaps my sophisticated mind has grown past the point of getting excited at petty things such as the day I grow older. Whatever the case may be, I sit here contemplating the fact that I’ve grown so old to no avail. I am older, but I feel no more prepared for life than I did when I was younger. This feeling of not feeling older perpetuates me as I continue forward. Like a scared rabbit, I run from reality only to realize that I will inevitably have to face life and take it head-on.
In other words, I’m bored out of my mind.