Birthday.

As I get older, the more forgetful I become of things like dates, people's names and even my birthday. Yesterday morning after I took part in push and shove to get into a matatu, I realised that my birthday was coming up in two days. I remember how birthdays were a big deal for me. How special I felt if people actually remembered. I'd remind everyone I knew. I needed a card, call, cake or else......Now, the only plans I have include an overdue salon visit and a hot date with Moore and Gray(textbooks). The strangest thing is that I can't be bothered. I'm very indifferent. I guess I'm growing older. I don't need gifts to make me happy or special. I won't base my happiness on trivial material things. That I think is wisdom which is most important. But this doesn't mean I won't accept gifts. That won't change.