and many more....

It’s somebody’s birthday. I mean, duh - it’s always somebody’s birthday. It’s March 27th. It’s Mariah Carey’s birthday. It’s Quentin Tarantino’s birthday.

But it’s someone else’s birthday. And I can’t remember who it is. All I know is that for a long time, when 3/27 shows up, I remember that it’s somebody’s birthday and that somebody was someone important to me. Important enough that I programed my brain to always remember their birthday…but not their name.

Honestly, it’s probably some guy I had a crush on. Big deal. I’ve had crushes on thousands of dudes. Contrary to everything I seem to be, I fell for dudes easily. Did you skateboard? I fell for you. Were you in a band? I fell for you. Did you only like arthouse movies? Oopsie-daisy.

I was powered by crushes. Crushes raised my metabolism, had me taking sartorial chances, had me saying yes to odd hangs. I got so much done, hoping that one of those dudes was watching.

So many crushes. But nobody I remem-

Oh. Oh wait. I think I remember the birthday boy. Huh. I really liked him. I must have, if I remember that it’s his birthday.

Well, happy birthday, kid. I hope things are well.