My birthday is my favorite day of the year. I can pretend to be above it all, so exalted, so worldly, so cultured that something as trivial as my age increasing would have no affect on me at all. But, one of my resolutions was to be unapologetic of who I am. I don't have a shy, under-the-radar, intellectual, artistic, brooding personality. In fact, even the fact that I blog goes against the stereotype that fits my description. The description of the loud, social one, constantly trying to please, constantly seeking attention, and constantly exaggerating every situation in my life. But thats okay. I think this birthday especially is showing me that we're not picture perfect people that fit in picture perfect little boxes all tied up with picture perfect ribbons. We're complicated. We're mean and nice, we're shallow and introspective, crazy and simple, confused and focused. We are so much, so little, and everything in between; we are the grey, trying to live bl...