Birthdays mean different things to different people, but to me there pretty meaningless. You get some cool stuff, but the biggest thing you get is another year older. I know what it sounds like, but I’m not about to go on a why can’t I stay young forever rant. What I’m talking about is the joy that you’re supposed to feel on your birthday.
Tonight I went out for a meal to celebrate a 21st. Everyone had a good time, including myself, so I just don’t understand why I can never enjoy my own birthdays. I get family, friends, cake, presents, etc, but ultimately something lets me down. Over the last few years I’ve noticed myself actively looking for holes in the celebrations.
I guess what I’m getting at is why are some people, myself included, unable to enjoy birthdays? The problem has existed since I was a child. Maybe it’s because the day is focused purely on me, were as Christmas and other holidays are about everyone which is why I like them. I also hate getting presents, which probably plays a part. I like someone spending the time and picking out something that I’d like I just feel guilty taking it, if that makes sense.
Anyway that’s what was on my mind today, feel free to call me a freak below (I still got a hit from your visit) and don’t forget to vote.