Today is my birthday. I am not big on birthdays because of a childhood trauma (no one came to my party when I was 9), although they do mark passage of time with symbolic numbers that we attach meaning to. One longs to hit mark 20 (although for some, 16 is the peak of youth and from there everything goes down the hill), but then 30 seems like a frightening number. Reaching 40 feels like hearing one’s funeral bells. And I don’t even know what it feels to get to the number 70 – I hope by that age I’ll stop caring about numbers and finally start to live.
Being born on August 7th makes me a Leo. Apparently, a fun, outgoing, dominant, ambitious kitty.
Well, I would like to be friends with everyone, but it’s not quite working out.