I'm not exactly thrilled to be twenty-six, but here I am. It dawned on me that if you round off 26 to the nearest tenth, it'll be 30. Hence, I'm nearing thirty. 

And I'm not excited. 

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I honestly liked being twenty-five. The number seems "just right" if that makes sense. Anyway, twenty-five was a year of going insane for me. I've had extreme amounts of adventures and life-altering events throughout my twenty-fifth year. That was nice, but I know the best is yet to come. Always. =)

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Anyway, I've never really been too fond of making a big deal out of my birthday. I've always perceived it to be just another day...but this time I think I shall dub it "just another day that makes you a year older". Or "a special day for officially getting old".

I just want to be alone for my birthday, but that's probably least likely to occur. Who am I kidding! Haha! Last year I purposely 'hid' my birthday (on Facebook) to prevent it from appearing on the side bar. I didn't want people greeting me merely because they saw my name on the side bar; I wanted greetings from real friends who actually remembered my birthday. (So yes, it was like a game for me. But I appreciated the sincere greetings all the more.) But now...I don't care too much for it. Besides, no one has the permission to write on my Facebook wall aside from myself so greetings have been coming in via Private Messages. Which is good. I abhor drawing attention to myself.

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Speaking of attention, I really wish people would lay their eyes off of me and look at themselves in the mirror instead. Hahaha! I do not appreciate this special attention. Besides, no matter what you say or do, people will continue to believe what they believe in. It is pointless to reason out with such people when they have such closed minds. But the thing is, it is extremely annoying when they take your private life into their very own hands and act like it is what matters most. Stop making me the star of your talks; I do not yearn to be famous. And don't even retract with, "What? Why would we want to waste our time talking about her? She is of no concern to us." My point exactly, assholes. So get a life and stop wasting your time talking gossiping about other people. Haters gonna hate.

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Misinterpretations.

As I've said earlier, people will believe what they want to believe. For instance, if I publicly proclaim how much "I miss him", a person would immediately be etched into the reader's (or hearer's) mind, not knowing for sure if the eavesdropper (or blog stalker) and I are actually thinking of the same person. The mind is a powerful tool; unfortunately, a great number of people find difficulty comprehending as to how it can be utilized in its proper manner.

And that, my friends, is not my problem. Your thoughts. Your interpretations. Your minds.

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I do not know what is to come in my twenty-sixth year. All I know, for sure, is that God will be with me every second of the way.

Hello, twenty-sixth year. =)