It wasn’t supposed to be about me. But let’s be honest, once I showed up, it kind of was. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t need to. My energy walked in first, and suddenly the birthday boy was background noise. People asked me where I’d been, pulled me into selfies, bought me drinks. He blew out candles. I lit up the room.
By the end of the night, his “special day” felt more like my soft launch. He pouted. I thrived. Life isn’t fair, babe.
Final Thought: Main character energy doesn’t RSVP. It just shows up.
Disclaimer: No birthdays were actually ruined. The cake was delicious, the attention was just redirected.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	 
																	