Ever have one of those moments that just stop you in your tracks and make you wonder? Well this story isn't entirely about that. First off I don't usually make any sort of distinguishable track, and I wonder all the time. But enough of the games, today was definitely a shocking one.
The day started like any other. Got up at 6am in order to make it out to work in time for my 8am shift. An update for those now joining us, I currently ride my bike to work. Tis an hour and a half bike ride, but I somehow manage without killing myself. Any who, the only thing to mark this day different than any other, was that it was my birthday. Yes the day of days finally had been brought upon me.
Now of course your birthday amongst your peers is always a questionable adventure, now matter what age you seem to be. You could be turning 16 in high school, or in my case 20 and about to head to work with people ranging from 18-50. Either way, people can tell a lot about you by the way you treat your birthday. How you react to people wishing you a happy birthday, and of course, if you make a big deal about your birthday. Normally I don't really care about what others think...
Who the hell am I kidding, of course I care what others think. Every last person in society cares what others think. It could be the creepy emo kid cutting himself, all the way to the valedictorian making photocopies of his/her report card and posting it all over the school. Everyone cares about what others think. Its all on how you show it.
I feel only a true friend would wish you happy birthday without needing to be reminded that it is in fact your birthday. Not that I'm saying I have all my friends birthdays memorized, but remembering something as significant as a birthday seems to create a sort of unique bond between the thanker and the thankee.
When it comes right down to it, I don't really care too much about my fellow coworkers. True, like i mentioned before, everyone cares what others think, but at the time their thoughts weren't so much a part of my own. Truly I only really wondered if she'd remembered. No, not wondered...hoped.
Maybe I put too much pressure on it, but I felt that if she thinks about me remotely the way I think about her, my mystery girl would remember and mention my birthday. Might even be the first words out of her mouth. Sadly though, they were the last words out of her mouth, but only because someone nearby reminded her. I might be blowing this out of proportion a little, and I really think I am...but with that very act of having to remind her in front of me while I appeared distracted just stopped me in my tracks and got me wondering...
"what does she really think about me?"
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
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