One big tease here...are you a Libra or a Scorpio!? I'll be the girl here and say it would make sooooo much sense if you were actually a Libra/Scorpio cusper. Like, SO much sense.
After 30, no one should celebrate or take notice of birthdays except for at the decade marks, IMO. 40, 50, 60 etc. Oh and also 75, since that's a major threshold and the last important one you get before you're fully decrepit.
Makes so much sense. You have the intellectualism, idealism, openness and duality of Libra plus the obsessiveness, bravado, intensity, and evil dark side of Scorpio. LOL! I just love when astrology ends up actually seeming accurate, if only to bother people who hate it haha.
> It’s a superbly liminal time for a frustratingly liminal man to enter into a formidably liminal epoch—to wit, his thirty-first year.
> I mean, 31 is literally one of the least important birthdays there is.
Happy Birthday! However, if you go through the exercise of counting the years, I suspect you'll find that you are entering your thirty-second, not thirty-first. Hint: on your first birthday you entered your second year.
> I mean, 31 is literally one of the least important birthdays there is.
Dude! How can you say that about your Baskin Robbins Year?! 🤣
Congratulations on having not died for another orbit of the sun. (Which is where I presume the tradition started, back when that actually was kind of an accomplishment.)
One big tease here...are you a Libra or a Scorpio!? I'll be the girl here and say it would make sooooo much sense if you were actually a Libra/Scorpio cusper. Like, SO much sense.
After 30, no one should celebrate or take notice of birthdays except for at the decade marks, IMO. 40, 50, 60 etc. Oh and also 75, since that's a major threshold and the last important one you get before you're fully decrepit.
lol according to google am indeed a cusper
Makes so much sense. You have the intellectualism, idealism, openness and duality of Libra plus the obsessiveness, bravado, intensity, and evil dark side of Scorpio. LOL! I just love when astrology ends up actually seeming accurate, if only to bother people who hate it haha.
> It’s a superbly liminal time for a frustratingly liminal man to enter into a formidably liminal epoch—to wit, his thirty-first year.
> I mean, 31 is literally one of the least important birthdays there is.
Happy Birthday! However, if you go through the exercise of counting the years, I suspect you'll find that you are entering your thirty-second, not thirty-first. Hint: on your first birthday you entered your second year.
Happy birthday, Walt
I will specify that it's not today
As you say birthdays are female coded
God yes. Imagine, as a grown man, secretly hoping someone throws you a surprise party
> I mean, 31 is literally one of the least important birthdays there is.
Dude! How can you say that about your Baskin Robbins Year?! 🤣
Congratulations on having not died for another orbit of the sun. (Which is where I presume the tradition started, back when that actually was kind of an accomplishment.)