It's my party I'll sigh if I want to (standard:humor, 965 words)
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The older I get, and I plan to get as old as I can, I am amazed at how monotonous things really are. When I was young, everything seemed to be so new and exciting and I looked forward to the next new adventure.

It's my party I'll sigh if I want to by Rev. James L. Snyder 

The older I get, and I plan to get as old as I can, I am amazed at how
monotonous things really are. When I was young, everything seemed to be 
so new and exciting and I looked forward to the next new adventure. 

Now that I have a few years under my belt, along with a couple thousand
lunches and suppers, I am in a position to have a better perspective of 
life. And I have noticed that all the important things repeat 
themselves over and over again. 

I bought a brand new suit a couple of weeks ago. I could not wait to
wear my new suit to church with everybody saying, "Is that a new suit?" 
And I will reply, "Yes, this is my new suit. How do you like it?" 
Therefore, the conversation that Sunday revolved around my brand-new 
suit. I must confess it is better than when the conversation revolves 
around a black eye. No matter how many times I explain my black eye, 
people do not believe I ran into my doorknob. 

But a new suit is a different thing. I enjoyed everybody talking about
my new suit and I could hardly wait until the next Sunday came around 
to continue the conversation. 

When I got to church on Sunday, I was in for somewhat of a shock.
Instead of everybody delighting in my brand-new suit as they did the 
Sunday before, someone said, "Isn't that the same suit you wore last 
week?" 

I can't tell you how disappointed I was. Everywhere I went that Sunday
people said, "Isn't that..." and before they could finish I chirped in 
and said, "Yes, yes it's the same suit I wore last Sunday." And I said 
it in such a way that people began to think I was irritated by their 
query. 

I was. 

I learned a valuable lesson that Sunday. You can only wear a brand-new
suit one time and then after that it is an old suit. It does not take 
long for something to become old but something new has only one shot at 
it. 

I must confess that I was a little down about this whole matter. I liked
my "brand-new" suit; I do not care what anybody says. 

Even the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage got in on the razzmatazz.
Sunday morning as we were getting dressed to go to church, she looked 
at me and said, "Are you going to wear your brand-new suit today?" she 
said with a sarcastic tone all too familiar to me. 

I had some crazy ideas about my necktie at the time but, being the
gentleman that I am, I simply tied it around my neck. 

Just as I was lamenting my suit getting older I remembered, it was my
birthday... again. When will this ever stop? Last year I had a 
birthday. The year before that, I had a birthday. And I could go on and 
on all the way back to the day I was born. Every year on the very same 
day, I have birthday. This is getting to be rather monotonous. I think 
there should come a time when a grown man should forget about having a 
birthday. 

It is the same every year. On my birthday, everybody calls to wish me
happy birthday. How do you have a happy birthday at my age? More to the 
point, at my age how do I know I am happy? 

Here is one thing that bothers me about my birthday. When I was
brand-new, I am sure people make all kind of remarks about how cute and 
cuddly I looked. I am sure wherever my parents went everybody 
commented, "Is that your new baby?" 

I am quite certain this took place although... and this is what really
provokes me... I do not remember that day. The most important birthday 
of my life and I cannot remember anything about it. Oh sure, my parents 
took pictures, but that is not the same. 

I remember waking up on my birthday this year (these days I am glad if I


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