Birthdays are a weird thing. They force you to confront your mortality and expect you to have fun at the same time?
O’s come down with a bad cold this week. Two of my flatmates have been hit with something bad too. Hopefully it’s not making its rounds.. I don’t want to get sick. Illness always reminds me of our mortality. In your twenties, you think you’re invincible because if you’re lucky, you’ve been sick but never experienced it to the extent of near death. But when your body succumbs to bugs and bacteria, you’re shaken from that bullet-proof illusion and remember again that at the end of the day, we’re still products of biology.