This afternoon I had decided to blog about how pathetic today was. See, it's my birthday and as far as birthdays go, it was about as un-birthday like as could be. This isn't really saying a lot since I haven't celebrated that many birthdays. Aimee and I grew up in a religion that doesn't celebrate holidays or birthdays so now as adults free from oppression, we really take them seriously.
So today I moped around a bit and felt sorry for myself because things didn't turn out even remotely as well as I hoped they would. To be honest, it was just like any other day and I was beginning to feel annoyed that I actually took the day off. I went back and forth between making Apollo feeling guilty and smiling and making jokes. (I think I need to talk to my doctor about those hormones she has me on.) Anyway, on the way home from buying my own birthday cake from Extraordinary Desserts (oh yes, oh yes I did dammit), we stopped at a grocery store to pick up garlic bread for dinner. Apollo went inside while I sat in the car, listened to sad songs on my iPod and felt sorry for myself.
Then I met Richard.
I watched him in front of the store talking to people who walked by, some of them pretending he didn't even exist. He realized I was sitting in my car and walked up to my window to talk to me and ask for money. Thankfully Apollo showed up at that time because honestly, I was getting a little nervous about a stranger approaching me like that. Long story short, after talking to Richard, a homeless person, I realized how silly I was behaving and how lucky I am. It was as if someone deliberately put him in my path so I would get a nice dose of Reality Bitch Slap. We ended up talking to him for a little while and learning about this life. It was the best birthday present I could have received.