Enough Is Enough and I’ve Had Enough (standard:humor, 908 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 08 2018	Views/Reads: 1465/1037	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Like Israel, sometimes we can stay “long enough” at a certain place and then we need to move on.

I have had enough of some things. There are, however, some things I can
never have enough. Apple fritters and coffee are things I can never 
have enough of. I would never use the word “enough” with these words. 

Some things are in this category of “I've Had Enough.” 

Recently, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, “Your birthday is
coming up. What do you want to do for your birthday?” 

I looked at her like I have never looked at her before and said,
“Enough, I've had enough of birthdays I don't want another birthday.” 

She looked at me, laughed like usual and said, “Silly boy, everybody has
a birthday.” 

In a way, I guess she is right, but I have had enough birthdays and I do
not want another birthday. 

I think birthday celebrations are rather silly when you get to be a
certain age. Sure, when you are young and full of energy, you looked 
forward to birthday celebrations. You looked forward to all the 
birthday presents you are going to be getting. Nothing is more exciting 
than celebrating your birthday. 

That certainly is one stage of life. However, that stagecoach has left
the ranch. I have had enough birthdays. 

One of the aggravating things about a birthday is that you have to
disclose your age. You know when you say, for example, “I'm 60,” people 
will always respond by saying, “You don't look 60.” 

Everybody knows that is the code for saying, “You sure do look old.” 

Or, somebody will say, “60 is the new 40.” I have no idea what that
means, but I certainly do not want to live 40 again. 

Mind you, I have nothing against birthday cakes and such. I have had
enough birthday cakes throughout my life that I probably do not need 
anymore. If only I could get a birthday cake without all of the 
hullabaloo and the singing, “Happy birthday to you...” 

But there is a main concern I have about my birthday. I have given this
some rather deep thought and I have come to my ultimate conclusion. 

That conclusion is, I really do not know when my birthday is. 

That may sound silly, but I have good reasons to question the actual
birth date. Unfortunately, I cannot remember anything about that day. I 
do have a vague memory of being hung upside down by my feet and 
somebody slapping my backside. That is all I remember. 

I do not know the actual date and year. 

My wife one time said to me, “Well, your parents told you what your
birthday was. You should trust them.” 

And that is the problem. It is a problem of trust. In the beginning
years of my life, whenever it started, my parents had the habit of 
lying to me. 

For instance. It took me years to discover that they had been lying to
me about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. For many years, they assured 
me there was a real Santa Claus and a real Easter Bunny. Can you 
imagine the heartache I experienced when I discovered that they were 
not being truthful to me? 

If they were not truthful to me about Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny,
how can I be sure they were truthful to me about my actual birth date? 

Someone once pointed out that I had a birth certificate, but I do not
know the validity of that birth certificate. I do not remember being 
present when that certificate was signed. How do I know it is not fake? 


It took me a long time to realize that even the Tooth Fairy was not


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