Life Lately: Birthdays, Cousins, and Cosmic Comedy

So, I just turned another year older—and instead of the usual cake, candles, and hangover, the universe decided to give me the kind of storyline that feels like a rejected Netflix pilot.

Let’s break it down:

🎂 The Birthday Bash

Birthdays at this age hit differently. Less about “yay, another year of wisdom!” and more about “please, God, let my back not lock up when I sneeze.” Still, I celebrated like a champ and even managed to make a few memories that will follow me for the rest of my life. Or at least until my friends stop roasting me about them.

😘 The Cousin Conundrum

Now here’s where things got… cinematic. Somehow, in the chaos of the birthday celebrations, I kissed two girls.
Plot twist: they were cousins.
Not siblings, not strangers—cousins. Like, Hallmark Channel meets Jerry Springer. The kind of situation you only realize is insane after the second “wait… you two are related?!”

Let me tell you, there’s no guidebook for backing out of that one gracefully.

🎭 Getting Played

And as if kissing blood relatives (not mine, thank God) wasn’t wild enough, the universe wasn’t done with me. Nope. I also got played—like a violin at a wedding. It’s fine. Happens to the best of us. But when you’ve just blown out your birthday candles wishing for stability, and then someone’s out here speedrunning your emotions like it’s Mario Kart, the irony is… well, kind of hilarious.

🤡 The Comedy of Errors

All in all, if life right now had a genre, it wouldn’t be “romance” or “drama.” It’d be “dark comedy.” You can’t script this stuff. If I were reading my own life like a book, I’d assume the author had a drinking problem and an overactive imagination.

But hey, at least it makes for good storytelling. Birthdays come and go, kisses fade, but the chaos? That sticks around forever—and gives you blog posts like this one.