Happy birthday to me!

                                     

Things looked fairly pleasant at the 'quarter of a century' point in my life; a little complicated but nothing I could not handle (with the help of some wine and friends). Yet 11 months later I'm doubting my self and this ideology I had clung on to so tightly. 

Has the past year been fruitful?

This 'new year's resolution' feeling, combined with; 'I've grown a year older' sort of revelation totally SUCKS!
 
That phrase on its own highlights my maturity and the fact that I've grown so much in the past 11 months ...NOT!

Once again the 13 year old teenager in me seems to be alive today!

This immaturity is at times highlighted during dinner or lunch when I meet new people and I am suddenly gobsmacked by the fact that they are my age and have :

A) accomplished so much more in their 25 years on this planet

or

B) Just act so God damn mature!
                                  So what is a girl/ woman/ lady/ mature person to do?

The answer to this mind bobbling question is simple- This girl/ woman/ lady/ mature person will celebrate her 26 as she did her 21st.

And that ladies and gentlemen is a themed party!
 
Which includes getting drunk and enjoying this yearly celebration with good friends!
 
I will try my best to remember what happened and if not then as previous years have shown...it was an awesome party!!!  

Happy birthday to me! 

I am from Barcelona

Rejection is one emotion I really cannot handle.

I feel like a cassette tape stuck, in a stereo, getting all tangled up! I feel my face getting red; I constantly touch my nose, I become aware of my arms and ironically forget what the hell I'm meant to do with them and then laugh like hyena the instant I realize I'm being rejected.

I am the person who claims i adapt to change.

I state that no plan is fixed and it can be altered to suit ones needs.

Yet as soon as someone closes the door in my face, a few tears(and alcoholic beverages) need to come down in order for me to get over it. 

Then at some point in time I remember that if this door slammed in my face hopefully the next one will be opened.

All this reminds me of my dad and his John Cleese story; the script writer of the famous Faulty Towers. It is interesting to note that everyone told him that the script was a bunch of crap and that it would never be successful. We can all agree that they were truly mistaken and Faulty Towers went on to become one of the most famous British comedic series.

Thus although cliche in tough times i should remind myself that everything happens for a reason!

So Cheer up Pinky and watch some Faulty Towers!!