Excuse me, but I need a word.
A terse word, as my nana would say with a disappointed shake of the head.
You might have noticed two-or-so weeks ago, between being tagged in dog related content and extreme cyst extractions, you received an invite to a very special and very exciting birthday dinner.
To be clear, there are some people in the world who do not have friends to invite them to things.
There are people who long for invites to social engagements, and are so keen on friendship that they take up taekwondo classes or join an obscure society at University with people who wear school shoes with jeans and smell like yesterday’s sweat.
Can you imagine?
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T’was not my birthday dinner on Saturday night, of course. That would be very odd given my birthday is in December.
Rather, it was for a very close friend who was up for the weekend, who, like most people, only has one birthday a goddamn year and each represents edging closer to death because we only have a finite amount of time on this planet before we die. Forever.
But, like, no big deal.
Anywho, there were some who declined from the outset. They had other commitments or were away. They were punctual and efficient and no one’s feelings were hurt because they behaved like responsible adults.
And then there were 14 who were adamant they were attending.
The funny thing about time and how it inevitably continues, is that it offers you various moments to change your mind.
Over that two week period, you could jump onto Facebook where you quite literally live your day to day life, and think, “You know what? Neh. I’d rather empty the lint filter in my dryer on Saturday night. I shall let them know I am no longer attending due to more pressing engagements.”
And. That. Would. Be. Fine.