Where did the Magic Go?

Sorry It’s been so long, loves. Just started my LAST semester of my undergrad and I’ve been drowning in Ancient Literature, theories and case brief’s since New Years. #CJMajorproblems

So, my birthday is coming up and normally I don’t get excited about that one day of the year where I am officially a year older, which when we’re little is a BIG deal, but not so much when you get past High School. This year, I had MAJOR plans. Something amazing was happening on that one day of the year I normally hate (besides Valentines Day) and I thought “this year could be the YEAR!” I mean, it’s 2016! This year could change LIFE for me. I already have so many amazing plans, so I dared to let myself hope; to get excited for this once in a lifetime event that was POSTPONED and as always, I was slapped in the face with cold hard reality.

Now, I don’t want to go into detail on my past birthday disasters but I’ve experienced everything from loss to major social embarrassment on my birthday. When I was 14 I even tried to legally change the date to the birthday of my fave celeb at the time, but that’s just not how life works now is it? One year, everyone legit forgot about me. It wasn’t all bad, when they realized it I ended up going on one big shopping spree that next weekend, but still… for a 16 year old girl.. that hurts.

When we’re kids, our birthdays are MONUMENTAL, especially if your one of the oldest kids in your class. Your parents are supposed to throw you some sort of party, all your fiends come over and you have a great time playing games, eating cake and opening presents. If your like me, most of your birthdays consisted of going out to eat with family, standing up in church so everyone can sing to you and wishing you had more friends that liked each other so you could have that stereotype sleepover that every other girl in school will be wishing they got to go to. Most of my birthdays weren’t terrible, but they weren’t very fancy either.

My family likes to tell stories about my 13th birthday sleepover, because to them it was entertaining-but to me it was hell. Watching the videos now, yea it’s pretty freaking comical, but back then it was a disaster. Let me just break it down for you.

I was forced to invite every girl in my class and no one wanted to play the games I wanted to play(how rude! I’m the birthday girl, what I say goes!). There was that ONE girl who hogged the video camera the entire night singing some ridiculous song about tipping a cow. My older cousin ran around the house in a goblin mask scaring my girl scout troop into tears, all my decorations were torn off the walls, someone put cheese in my friend’s hair, lipstick on my face, froze another girls ENTIRE suitcase. One girl ripped the only pair of pants she brought(who only brings one pair of pants to a sleep over?) doing something that can only be described as pre-Miley twerking, I threw a tantrum, everyone fought and my best friend hid in my grandma’s bedroom all night so she wouldn’t have to interact with anyone else. It’s a wonder I didn’t get seriously grounded after that party because I was one hell of a brat that night. I brought a WHOLE new meaning to the “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to,” saying. FOR REAL. Now, my mamaw pulls out the videos every time I bring a guy home, but I’ve embarrassed myself so much that I am immune to anything my family tries to do anymore. “This is the girl your dating,” they warn, “you had better watch out, she turns into quite the diva after dark.”

Which is still true, and probably the reason I am currently single. That and the fact I have no social life. I have Netflix and coffee, what more do I need?

But why do we think we need to have some awesome adventure one day a year? I’d like to go on adventures every day, not just one day a year. But I live in a small town where just making it through Wal-Mart is considered an adventure. Where did this tradition even start, because it’s severely disappointing. My dad never put much stock behind his birthday, only his kids. And even though I’m an adult he still tries to make my birthday special despite knowing that I’m not into it. The funny thing is, I will go all out for someone else’s birthday. My sister had a bonfire for her 16th and I orchestrated a zombie TMNT flash mob and everything. My god son just had his second birthday (Choo-Choo he’s 2!), the bestie had card board trains for the kids to run around in, she made chocolate mousse and there were SO MANY BALLONS! My godson had so much fun he tee tee’d in his pants (yes, I just used tee tee’d. I think I spelled it right), and I think I had more fun than he did! I spent the better part of the day chasing two year olds around, being hit by toy light sabers and playing balloon baseball. And when it was all over I was changing diapers and pee soaked blue jeans, mopping up spilled kool-aid and stealing the left over cup cakes.

So where does the magic go!? Why is it when we suddenly we become adults and are suddenly faced with reality life becomes all work and no play? Hmm!? I think that is horribly unfair. I want that I-forgot-to-pee-I-was-having-so-much-fun feeling. Why can’t we adults feel the magic too? Is it too much to ask for a Star Wars party in the back yard 2 year old style? I mean… we’re all adults here.. it’s perfectly sane to have light saber duels, a Jedi Training course and a costume contest isn’t it? ISN’T IT?

What’s your dream birthday party?

Have any hilarious/awful birthday disasters or theories? Comment below or email me!

Catch ya later WildeKat’s 😉


Kat ❤







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