Yesterday was my birthday. I didn’t turn my phone on.
I tried to be happy. I failed.
I went to bed at 8 pm. I cried a little. It happens.
Tomorrow will be better, I kept thinking.
The good news is, as I look back on my life, I have not tried heroin, murdered anybody, or landed on the show Hoarders. I am reasonably healthy, have a roof over my head, and am not stuck with a housecat that will live forever.
However, I was miserable yesterday. I tried to numb it with a whiskey drink but alas, nothing. I tried to read. Eh. I tried a nap. Eh.
My mind got the best of me.
Tomorrow will be better, I kept thinking.
So, today, I am going to try again. A redo. A second shot at my birthday.
Why is life such a bitch sometimes? It baffles me. What is there to be miserable about? Nothing. Yet, there I was, drowning in self-loathing and hosting the world’s most epic pity party. No dancing at that party.
I can’t seem to escape my mind sometimes. My girlfriend, god bless her soul, hung 51 lottery tickets from the ceiling and a harem of balloons everywhere. She gave me loads of fun presents including, but not limited to; watermelon-scented bath salts, fancy underwear, flip-flops, and those things that go under your eyes to get rid of tired eyes. My mom, god bless her soul, gave me several gifts I suggested from an Amazon list plus two bonsai trees.
Did I mention I am suddenly interested in growing bonsai trees? Well, I am.
My mom and my girlfriend took me to lunch. My mom ordered Creme Brulee for my birthday dessert. She ate it. I like ice cream. My girlfriend bought me ice cream cupcakes. I ate one for dinner.
Anyway, since I felt miserable yesterday, I started reading a new book. I choose books by the number of reviews on Amazon. So, I found one called If You Tell which has 142,206 five-star reviews, so I figured it was good enough. It is a tale about some psychopathic mother who tortured her children. Talk about a mood lift.
Tomorrow will be better, I kept thinking.
So, listen up, everyone.
Today I am going to try again. Redo.
I will eat BBQ, go to a gigantic vintage clothing expo, and get a massage at the mall from one of those Asian dudes at the massage kiosk. They are the best. I swear to God they are.
I might even buy myself some new shoes. I am thinking about it. To hell with it, I am buying them. Decision made. Wait, nevermind. Waste of money.
Here is the point… Tomorrow is gone, and today is here. I can try again. We can all try again.
Today will be my birthday.
Today will be better.
Trey
Happy belated birthday 🎂
You are so talented. Not sure why you don’t just reach out to one of your fans (like me) and meet up for a cocktail. I got engaged in October and I’ve learned more about her in the two weeks that she moved in the the 2 years dating her. And it’s not positive. All the hype and I feel empty.