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Birthday
posted 3/28/2012 3:07:51 AM
So it's that depressing time of the year again. I'm now 26 years old. I've never really celebrated Birthdays- at least, not since the days when I was still wetting the bed, but this year seems particularly bad. Whereas most people go out and celebrate being another year older, I tend to see the occasion as a time to reflect on what I've actually accomplished over the last 12 months. If I'm honest... that'd be a big sweet **** all. I've spent pretty much most of the time since I graduated University helping to care for my Grandpa, whose condition deteriorated quickly after he had to have surgery. Granted, he was 87 at the time he had surgery, so the fact that he came through it at all is a miracle in and of itself, but before that he was a very independent man - he lived on his own, looked after himself, cooked and cleaned, tended his garden, etc etc. After the surgery, though, he quickly deteriorated to the point where he needed help getting out of bed and dressing. Well anyway, because of my decision to dedicate my time to looking after him (and in turn my mum and dad), I'm 3 years out of University with no job experience to speak of, and everything I knew 3 years ago is rusty, quickly approaching obsolete. I'd be lucky to get a job in McDonald's at the moment. I think the last 13 months have really affected my outlook on life I think - My Grandad passed away last February, my dog died in May, went through a really bad breakup in July, and then my Grandpa passed a couple of weeks ago. I think the fact that his funeral was less than a week ago, and that we're scattering his ashes tomorrow is souring my usually apathetic Birthday mood. Maybe now that its all over, this is the time things start improving? My dog dying may seem like the odd one out in that list, but where I went through different stages in my education, and both acquaintances and friends came and went, Piper was my constant companion, always there to greet me when I came home, always came up to hog my already small bed every night and licked my face in the mornings until I got out of bed. Looking back, she was probably just hungry when I got home, and really wanted to go outside to poop in a morning, but still. She was as much a family member to me as my mum or dad. A four-legged sister if you like. But anyway... this is a miserably depressing post, and anyone who has read to this point will probably be miserable too. Misery loves company, mission successful! Heh, but in all seriousness... I hope you all have an awesome day. |
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