This past week I have finally picked up on a couple of birthdays which I had not learned. I had learned that the lady who was my official stepmother for 35 years is an Aries; she’s actually also smart and left-handed by sheer coincidence. Well, today is her birthday. For some reason although I learned her sun sign, I suffered from not really getting her actual birth date, whereas I did learn the birthdays of all the right handed immediate type of relatives in childhood and learned many in-law and husband and best buddy type of friends birthdays as an adult.
Just a few days ago a man who did a 1 year stint as my first serious boyfriend back when he was only 17 & 18 in 1985-1986 also had his birthday. He’s not a lefty.
Meanwhile, there is also at least one woman who was my best friend for 4 years or so: our children were friends – I have one, she now has 3 or 4 but back then had one and then 2 daughters…she’s also a bright Aries, but not a lefty.
In truth, what is comes down to is that: although I have not memorized the birthdays of everyone I like, I run proud about the birthdays I have memorized. Why that is, I don’t know. You probably don’t know either.