- Lacking interest or flavor
When is it that birthdays become insipid?
It's not when we're 5 and squeal at the sight of our Sesame Street cake and plow through a pile of presents in mere moments.
It's not when we're 10 and invite a gaggle of friends for a sleepover which features little-to-no sleep.
It's not when we're 15 and we try for our drivers permit, or 16 when we hope to call the open road our own.
It's not when we're 18 and put a foot into the adult world - and by adult, we do meant cigarettes, military, and porn.
It's now when we're 21 and shimming up to the bar (or, in this writer's case, shimming up to a ice cream sundae the size of her head).
Is it 23 when the glow fades? The age when we realize that all milestones from there-on-out are marked in decades and those decades arrive with a town's worth of misconceptions, worries, and societal beliefs. The age when both feet are planted firmly in the adult world of rent, loans, and ever-changing atmospheres. The age when friends move on, family moves on, and even time itself appears to plunge ahead, unconcerned with our apprehension. The age when expectations begin to be the guide and desires get moved to the trunk.
With such a list of birthday-induced absolutes, its no wonder birthdays become insipid over time - there's just far too much to worry about in between.
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