Guess who’s popping into WordPress Town to sing this little ditty? Happy Birthday to me…I’m a hundred and three! No, not really. XD I’m not allowed to say what age I’m turning, so take a guess in the comments, if you please! 🙂
I’m dividing this post into three parts – The Past, The Present, and The Future. This…is not planned whatsoever so expect a rather out-of-sorts post that’s hopefully endurable to read. 😛 But, let’s get going!
Blast to the Past
I firmly believe that I was one of the cutest babies ever. Or, at least one of the cutest little kids ever. 😉 Don’t think so? Well, agree to disagree. But, after you take a glance at these pictures I think that you’ll…agree. XD
AH, I WAS SO CUTE. Look at my little braids, look at those huge front teeth, look at my adorable cheeks…WHAT IS THIS CUTENESS?
Aw…just look at those cheeks! I’M ADORABLE.
I’m sorry, but I do NOT remember looking like this…at all. XD
Those are all the cute pictures of younger me that I could find, but it’s honestly so weird looking at them – I just look so…I don’t even know how to describe it. Different. Well, what do you know? People change. XD
I remember that when I was four, I invited some friends to come over and then I wrote on pieces of paper, “Enni’s – DON’T TOUCH” on them and then proceeded to stick them all over the place with tape.
For some reason, I put on on the doorbell. Enni, now you’re not being selfish. Now you’re just being crazy. It is fortunate that nobody understood what I wrote…*hides in humiliation*
I also strongly disliked my name when I was younger. So, I’d give myself even worse names, some consisting of creations such as “Quimby” or “Quibia” or “Quimba” or “Faralina” or “Roselily”, which really isn’t that bad. I guess I really loved the “Qui” sound back then…what? XD
I was firmly convicted that the word “there” was spelled like “tere.” Goodness knows where that came from. I was also convinced that I was allergic to fish because my older brother is allergic to fish and honestly…for my entire life I thought I couldn’t have seafood, then last Thursday I got an allergy test and now…I CAN HAVE FISH. WHAT.
Remind me to tell you how allergy tests work, they’re quite interesting, really. I was obsessed with horses – not that I’m not now, but I mean really obsessed – probably because my best friend at that time was horse crazy. I was a very easy person to influence. If everybody around started chopping off their heads, I would’ve too. My goodness.
The Gift of Present
OKAY. SKIP THIS PART. The present is so booooooooring. Well, I guess that if you don’t have the present you don’t have the future or past either. WOW, I’M DEEP. Mind: No actually Enni, it’s logic. Oh, whatever.
So I had a birthday party on the 23rd in which my crazy friend Neria came. She came to the hospital when I was born and held me, yet she thought my birthday was tomorrow. *tsks* We played a game (of course not just Neria came) where to either the left or right is either a good food or a bad food and you have to pick blindfolded. It got interesting results.
I was the first one to get baking powder as the bad food. The rest were things like avocado oil mayo (which I’m allergic to), curry powder…something else spicy…and things like that. BUT NOTHING WAS AS BAD AS THAT BAKING POWDER. It was sour and unswallowable. It just stuck there – it was BAD.
I coughed it out right away and continued to relieve my lungs while chugging water at an inhuman rate while the rest kept it in their mouths with blank expressions and said that it was interesting. It wasn’t interesting, IT WAS INHUMANE.
One of my really good friends Genevieve cocked her head from side to side with her mouth closed, put up a finger, rushed to the sink, filled a glass of water, and drank it all with a ridiculous haste. It was ridiculous. But, some of us…had more explosive reactions.
Neria: (Before baking powder) Is this a life or death decision?
Neria: (After baking powder) *keeps it in her mouth for ten seconds then coughs and out it goes* IT WAS A LIFE OR DEATH DECISION.
Before we did all that, we went to the nursing home to play the piano, violin, viola, or tell them about crochet projects and show handmade comic books to them. It was so much fun, honestly, though it felt kind of sad too. I don’t know, but just seeing them the way they are…it kind of hurts.
My dear friend Maggie insisted that it wasn’t really bad – she did it twice – but the only reason she thought it was bad on the first turn was that she got it up her nose.
Neria: It’s called excuses, excuses, excuses.
We also had an interesting time watching her face change colors while we played Telephone at the dinner table.
Back To the Future
What am I supposed to write about? How does one write about the future in a birthday post without going really deep…and quite possibly dark? I’ll go with a toast to 30,458,294 and hopefully that humans will still exist then.
I’m very glad that I won’t live to see the days of 30,458,294, because I really have no desire at all to imagine what a person of that age would even look like. Okay, now I really wish that I didn’t think that because…MY BRAIN IS THINKING HORRIBLE THINGS.
The world seems to be frankly, hopeless sometimes. But when I think about how the 21st century might be the worst one yet and that it’ll probably get worse, I think about WII. I mean, it probably seemed like the end of the world back then, and it was for a lot of people.
So I can say that I think the world is getting better. But will I get better? Hehe, nah…I’m joking. With God’s help I’ll try, and that’s how you start things, right?
This concludes my birthday post for 2018, and hopefully it wasn’t too narcissist or melodramatic or just plain cringey. Take a guess at how old do you think I’m turning, and I’ll tell you this fact about my birthdate: 3:27 am, 3/27/____. Cool, isn’t it? 😀 Well, goodbye, farewell, Adieu, and all those other goodbye sayings.