My 30th birthday was a blast, lots of people came to that, and I was king of the world.
My 31st, not so much. What went wrong? I mean, apart from everything.
95% of those people have barely spoken to me since, during, and I’d say because of, what has to be the most tumultuous year I’ve EVER lived through, and basically, I weathered 2016 about as well as an ice cube on a hot summer’s day. Alone.
I melted down a few times. I have been let down, rejected, disappointed, lied to, had just about everything I own break down like me (stuff I was using to chill out and cope with the sheer absurdity of the year, I should point out) and, well, I’m not saying David Bowie was holding the fabric of the universe together, but… *gestures widely at 2016*
So I canceled one birthday event that I really didn’t want to go to for multiple reasons, and had dinner with my family and best friend instead, like we haven’t done in years, and I even got a bit of writing in while I was at it (I ended up arriving in the mid-afternoon, not really planning to, just kinda winding up there early. Mum was having an event there too, I arrived about when that ended, and had about 2 hours to fill. I believe I filled those two hours adequately with writing).
And then I saw the perfect photo opportunity. I grabbed a blow-up T-Rex from the couch set up in the beer garden for something (FRIENDS trivia, I believe it was) and put it opposite me, took this, and smiled.
I call this… Tyrannosaurus Becks.
Dinner was great, too.
I’ve since smashed some personal goals that weren’t getting anywhere all year with everything going wrong, and I’ve been able to relax properly due to eliminating some stupid wtf drama from my life. I’ve finally rearranged my DVD shelf, bookshelf is next, and I’ve discovered some awesome things lately that help deal with what is, just about objectively, a shitty year. And I’ve taken to taking photos wherever opportunities present themselves, because of how much I regret not taking the one of the after-effects of the night I painted my face like David Bowie, and it ran like mascara due to sweat, water, and honest-to-god tears. But that was a dark part of my life I don’t want to relive.
So here’s to good times.