Last week I secretly turned 23 and it was pretty great. I changed the privacy settings on my Facebook so that my birthday isn’t visible, I didn’t post anything on my other social medias, and I didn’t tell any of my coworkers (well, I tried not to. A few of them found out). For those who did end up finding out though, the question became, why don’t I want to celebrate my birthday? Here are my reasons.
I know that a lot of my thoughts and feelings and opinions are weird and don’t make any sense to some people, but why do they have to? Why does the fact that I do things a little differently have to warrant an explanation? As my friend Anthony would say, I “always have to be different and difficult,” and I’m totally okay with that. If being different and difficult means that I’m being my authentic self, then what a compliment that is. I just hope that as I grow, the people I allow into my life will love me enough to simply respect my “different and difficult” ways.