Nobody likes you when you're 23...

So I've heard anyways.

I had a very low-key birthday this weekend. For one thing, I moved to a new city not knowing a soul, so there are no friends in that department and I wasn't willing to drive all the way to my parent's house.

I ventured out in the city and went to Trader Joe's, in which, the parking was insane. I think I circled the lot 5 times before stealing someone's parking spot that they were waiting for. I wasted an hour of my life, only to find out that what I was looking for (the midsummer's night cream) wasn't even in stock. After, I went toward the boujee place near Lake Hefner where rich people golf and go sailing. I took a book and my journal and spend the afternoon (the windy afternoon) by the lake.

When I woke up this morning, I felt no different than I did from yesterday. Maybe this is what they mean when they say age is just a number. If anything, I think I see more prominent wrinkles on my forehead, which upsets me more than words. Is it terrible to say that even if I was surrounded by friends and family, I wanted to spend the day alone. Being alone sometimes is very therapeutic in a sense of having your own independence. I'm able to have my own thoughts and do things on my own time.

I think as I get older, I don't care so much for birthday cakes, wishes and presents. Is this a sign that you are growing up? Or are people always excited for their birthdays? Maybe I am just growing into an old cynical lady early. If anything, since I am not blowing out any birthday candles tonight, my birthday wish is... wait, can I say it?