Anniversaries are ambiguous
Warning: This post contains a very small amount of NSFW content and may not be appropriate for all readers. It's only two words.
I treat my time with my partners as every day is a gift. We have the time between us for as long or as short as it lasts. We have the time we are given and nothing more, and when it ends there's little to be done about it. Trying to hold on to something that has lived out its span is worse than herding cats.
It just causes more pain than if I'd left it well enough alone.
Do I regret that our time comes to an end? Yes.
Do I wonder if I could have done things differently? Absolutely.
But what's done is done.
Anniversaries are for people who need special days to celebrate their partners.
And the deciding of what anniversaries matter is ambiguous anyway. Why does 30/31 days matter more than 10 or 25 or 50? Why does 90-ish matter more than 100?
xkcd, who I've quoted before (and likely will again), is a geek webcomic that posted a celebration on 1000, while poking fun of the geekness of 1024.
I've heard some people celebrate 1 billion seconds (a little over thirty-one and a half years) with at least as much reverence as they treat yearly anniversaries of their birthday.
I'm coming up on my 1000th post on beige party, and it's pure happenstance that I even noticed in time to consider if I should do anything about it. I posted a poll as my 950th post and... the results were pretty inconsequential. Three respondents didn't care or think it was anything special (which was half of the vote until the last few minutes). Three people had actual suggestions (one of which was quite bold despite it being our first interaction), and one person seemed unable to follow directions.
In the 24 hours since launching the poll, I've climbed up to 973 posts (974 once I post the link to this post), putting 1000 just around the corner.
Furtherly ambiguous is the fact that I have some "firsts" in my calendar, sending me a reminder every year; why those firsts, I don't have a good answer... more likely than not they're just the ones I thought of or could definitively find. Which is why, though I've been thinking about this post for a few days, I'm actually writing and posting it today.
Happy three year anniversary of purchasing my first chastity cage.
Don't be silly, I haven't been wearing it this whole time. Get your mind out of the gutter.
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