It's My Birthday

January 9, 1972. It's the morning of the 9th here in the PI. I'm 36 years old. I usually have a lot of feelings about stuff. Funny. I don't have a lot of feelings about being 36. I feel good. Although, it sounds so grown-up. I don't feel that grown up. Mom and I might go out to lunch.

I got great Happy Birthday phone calls from my sister and one of my exes. He's going through a break-up. Actually two of my exes are going through break-ups. I just realized how odd that is that my ex-boyfriends typically always call me for advice after a break-up. I guess it's because our break-ups went so well. lol

Hmmm. I guess if you're single for 36 years you get good at romantic relationships fading into friendship. Just a lot more practice at it. Yeah, that make sense. More dating = More boyfriends = More ex-boyfriends. More practice being good at being the ex-girlfriend.

Once you hit 30 you kind of stop dating jerks (well that's not true, but you stop getting into long-term relationships with jerks), so when it doesn't work out it, it sort of easier to just be friends. AND NOT SLEEP WITH THEM KIND OF FRIENDS. So not making that mistake anymore. And no more Re-Dating. I state this as a resolutiony birthday preventative measure just in case statementy thing.

I've been injured and living with my MOM for almost a year, which means exactly what one would expect. And I'm going back home next month with two ex-boyfriend/friendy types out of relationships.

Suddenly I want to be held accountable! I'm just joking. But as a comedian, I know that every joke has a grain of truth. Hmm.

This post is so random. Happy Birthday to me.