HAPPY BIRTHDAY THARINI
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Tharini,
Happy birthday, my light. I hope your day is spent surrounded by friends, food, and a white dick appointment, or whatever you like to do. At least some mild intoxicants, hopefully.
You’re a citizen now, and I hope you notice how uneventful that is. With any luck you got your ballot because that would be so embarrassing for you if not.
I came across a picture the other day of sometime when your power went out and you were having a “The Yellow Wallpaper” moment. I brought you McDonalds and you came out to my car holding a candle on the verge of tears.
There’s no point to that thought.
I do deeply miss those moments of spontaneity we used to have. I could drive to your house and make pasta with you on a December night, or everything else we used to do. I hope your life is filled with those moments currently.
Those surprises and unexpected vignettes are illuminate. Grab them like water in your hand, and hold them as long as pruned fingers will allow.
We met each other at 17(?) and you’re now 22…. so fucking weird. I’m so proud of the person you’ve become, and I feel so privileged to have been able to see it, even from the tiny cracks in between blue and grey text bubbles.
I think birthdays are easy to get lost in. You spend a week (or so depending on if it’s a night you can go out drinking) waiting to see what shiny toys you get, getting disappointed that your friend didn’t buy you a $3 shitty shot at the bar (what the fuck, scrooge?), and the next week you’ll fall asleep in the same bed you did three weeks before.
I don’t have anything besides my saccharin-sweetened maudlin ramblings, and my pitifully pathetic attempts to wax poetically online, but I’ll leave you with one final thought.
Maybe you aren’t everything you want to be, but I hope you’re a lot of the things you wanted to be those five years ago[1].
Happy Birthday,
– C.
P.S. Don't look at the back end of this site, I cheated.