Why Women Wednesday
Witizens,
It is a day of celebration! "Go shawty, it's yo' birthday... We gon' party like it's yo' birthday". Two of my best high school friends are both celebrating a birthday today... Wednesday... Both of them women. It's poetic. Unfortunately, both are not starting off on the right side of the birthday. What, with work and the general woes not bothering to stop for the special occasion, it's difficult to be pleased when no one is being overtly pleasant. Why women do we love birthdays so much when we are never satisfied? And is that a problem that we have? Is it us... Is it them?
Of course it's the fault of someone/something else. I am sick of high standards and expectations being considered a "bad thing". If you want to be treated like royalty for a birthday, Valentine's Day, hell, even Cinco De Mayo, then you have every fucking right to. There's nothing wrong with you... there's something wrong with those around you not treating you like royalty. Don't bother lowering your expectations because even lower expectations won't be met. I say reach for the stars and see what you get, even if you miss the mark. Some think, "The sky's the limit", while others think, "The limit's the sky". I happen to like "To infinity, and beyond", but I'm a bit child-like.
As for my best friends, Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! I don't care who's celebrating; I want you to celebrate because you're worth it. Even if it feels like no one appreciates the day you were born, they appreciate every moment spent with you. I sure do. Love you, Bitches.
Happy Birthday,
Not~So~Cosmo
It is a day of celebration! "Go shawty, it's yo' birthday... We gon' party like it's yo' birthday". Two of my best high school friends are both celebrating a birthday today... Wednesday... Both of them women. It's poetic. Unfortunately, both are not starting off on the right side of the birthday. What, with work and the general woes not bothering to stop for the special occasion, it's difficult to be pleased when no one is being overtly pleasant. Why women do we love birthdays so much when we are never satisfied? And is that a problem that we have? Is it us... Is it them?
Of course it's the fault of someone/something else. I am sick of high standards and expectations being considered a "bad thing". If you want to be treated like royalty for a birthday, Valentine's Day, hell, even Cinco De Mayo, then you have every fucking right to. There's nothing wrong with you... there's something wrong with those around you not treating you like royalty. Don't bother lowering your expectations because even lower expectations won't be met. I say reach for the stars and see what you get, even if you miss the mark. Some think, "The sky's the limit", while others think, "The limit's the sky". I happen to like "To infinity, and beyond", but I'm a bit child-like.
As for my best friends, Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! I don't care who's celebrating; I want you to celebrate because you're worth it. Even if it feels like no one appreciates the day you were born, they appreciate every moment spent with you. I sure do. Love you, Bitches.
Happy Birthday,
Not~So~Cosmo
posted by Not So Cosmo @ 7:50 AM
1 Comments:
At 7:07 AM,
Will Work For Shoes said…
You're such a sweetheart. I wish I had actually read this on Wednesday. It certainly would have made my day. Hope to see you soon so you can appreciate me more.
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