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Today, I leave behind one of my greatest anxieties. For some irrational reason, I’ve been afraid to turn 27 for years. As of this morning, that anxiety can pass. I’m 28, and I don’t have to worry about it anymore.
In case you don’t know about the 27 Club, I’ll drop some sweet knowledge on ya’ll. The 27 club is a collection of amazing people who all died between their 27th and 28th birthdays. They all died of different causes, but they were some of the Greats. How can I do this whole life thing better than them?
27 Club members include:
There are actually dozens of them, so I’m not going to list them all. For some bizarre reason, I’ve been afraid of joining this illustrious crew for over ten years.
Of course, I’m not a famous musician, or even remotely famous. But anxiety doesn’t give two shits about rational excuses. It just takes over sometimes, and all you can do is ride it out. Jenny helped me do that. Because she is canned awesomeness.
Today, I celebrate dropping an anxiety. I will leave it here on the screen, its last true presence in my mental health. When I woke up, I just knew it was over. Small victory, but a cool ass one, in any case. I will celebrate by cataloging my Magic cards, playing games, and telling horrible jokes that won’t make sense to anyone else, and will be funnier to me because of the blank stares.
I will eat fettuccine alfredo, tacos, danishes, and some of my delicious My Little Pony cookie cake. Calories be damned, I’m eating well today.
On an awesome note, it is also my twin brother’s birthday, which I still don’t understand completely, because the world is weird. So happy birthday, dude. Another year has passed, and we’re both still here. Go us.
Now I’m going to go take over the dining room with Magic cards. It’s time for some fun.