Birthdays.

So, another birthday. When is the proper age to refuse to celebrate these things? I'm thinking I should have stopped about five or six years ago. I wouldn't want to go all the way back to my twenties 'cause I was pretty stupid back then. Anyone over forty or forty-five seems old to me. Yeah, I know, I'm being a bit weird but I swear my parents were just in their forties like a few years ago. Forties and fifties are reserved for those old uncool people who we grew up trying not to be like. Now, bam! all of a sudden, we are them. Creepy. The only comfort I can take is that I know I'm cooler than my parents ever were. I'm sure my kids don't think so and when they are my age they will think I was as dorky as I thought my parents were. They will probably be right but by then I'll be senile and won't really care! People are always saying with age comes wisdom, well can't I just get wiser and leave all of the sagging, sore joints, and wrinkles for those who actually wish to get older? And believe me there ARE those people out there. They enjoy the fact that they are getting closer to the grave. They have been living to die their whole lives. I would rather live to live and I would like to do it in a thirty-five year old body - thank you very much! Life is what you make of it so instead of being dragged down into the dark abyss created by negative people I choose to scrape and claw my way back to a world where happiness is the norm and dreams are meant to be realized.