Musings on My Birthday

So. I turned twenty-six today. I'd like to say that I spent the day pondering the deep significance of another year gone, but in reality, I merely wandered around aimlessly. Oh, don't get me wrong, I did manage to get some stuff done. I cleaned my room, spent some quality time with family, watched a movie with my wonderful stepdad, put away some laundry.... and spent a great deal of time in front of the mirror, fretfully poking at the two gigantic PIMPLES which have taken up residence on my cheekbone.

Please trust me when I say they're gigantic. For all of the fellow AdultAcne sufferers, you know what I'm talking about. There are pimples, and then there are PIMPLES. These are PIMPLES. I'm not really sure why they had to make their throbbing appearance on my birthday, but I'm sure there's some sort of cosmic reason behind it all. Maybe God thought I was a little bit lonely, and that I needed some extra friends? If that's the case, then I think He knew what He was doing. I'm actually finding myself growing attached to them (Har-Har-Har. Bad Pun.) There's something riveting at watching them grow to their fully, somewhat majestic glory. It reminds me, somewhat, of the sick fascination I had watching the inevitable decay of Edward. I'm sure I could find a much better thing to spend my time obsessing about on my birthday, but I can't seem to direct my attention elsewhere. It's really quite sad.

I mean, shouldn't I be thinking about my future? Where I've been? Where I'm going? Shouldn't I be thinking about what I'm actually doing in my life that will last? What about contemplating my relationship with God, or the mistakes I'd like to avoid this upcoming year? Wouldn't that be a beneficial, spiritual, character-building thing to think about?

Yeah, it probably would be. Buuuut, insteaaaad... Hmmm.... Is the right pimple getting bigger than the left pimple? It could be! Let's poke at it some more!