Happy Frickin' Birthday
WARNING: THIS IS A RANT. THEY DO NOT COME FROM ME OFTEN, BUT THOSE WHO DON'T WANT TO READ SOME ANGER-INDUCED WRITINGS STOP NOW.
Well, I have to say that my 20th birthday shaped up to be one crappy day. After 8 hours of orientation at the JCA I was supposed to go out with my family. My mother, however, decided that she had to go to my aunt's (who recently passed away) house instead of going to my birthday dinner which I had been looking forward to all day. On top of that, she wanted me to go with her. I REALLY didn't want to, so I got out of it but not without experiencing the passive-agressive guilt that I've come to know and love from her. So plans for dinner are thrown off. She asks me, however to wait for her to get back. I tell her, in a rather distraught way, that I'd rather eat by myself. And she had the gall to say "You don't want to eat with me? Nobody loves me today." Well, maybe I'll make last-minute plans on your birthday instead of going to dinner with you and make you feel like crap! How about that? Oh! And the one thing that I asked for from the parents, they did not get. In fact, they didn't get me anything. Now, I'm know that I sound kind of spoiled, but I tend to make a fair amount of ado about my family members' birthdays. Is it so much to ask that they at least recognize the day I was born? Oh well. I try to call the guys who went out for pizza, but I couldn't get a hold of them...any of them. Oh well, not their faults. A birthday dinner is better alone anyway, right? So, I drive to dinner alone in the pouring rain. I eat by myself and come back home. I return to hear my sister's frined and her boyfriend loudly arguing in my living room. By then I've had enough. I just go into my room and lie down. I decide to go to sleep in order to get through the rest of the day as fast as I can. A while later my parents come back and tell me that we're going to dinner tomorrow which means I'm going to be late to trivia. I don't know why all of this bothered me so much, but it did and it still does. I mean, the heavy hitting frineds whom I've known for years didn't even call to wish me a good day, and my older sister only called because she was prompted by my younger one who knew I was not exactly the happiest camper in the world. All I can say is thank god that June 2nd has come and gone. Whatever. Happy frickin birthday to me.
Well, I have to say that my 20th birthday shaped up to be one crappy day. After 8 hours of orientation at the JCA I was supposed to go out with my family. My mother, however, decided that she had to go to my aunt's (who recently passed away) house instead of going to my birthday dinner which I had been looking forward to all day. On top of that, she wanted me to go with her. I REALLY didn't want to, so I got out of it but not without experiencing the passive-agressive guilt that I've come to know and love from her. So plans for dinner are thrown off. She asks me, however to wait for her to get back. I tell her, in a rather distraught way, that I'd rather eat by myself. And she had the gall to say "You don't want to eat with me? Nobody loves me today." Well, maybe I'll make last-minute plans on your birthday instead of going to dinner with you and make you feel like crap! How about that? Oh! And the one thing that I asked for from the parents, they did not get. In fact, they didn't get me anything. Now, I'm know that I sound kind of spoiled, but I tend to make a fair amount of ado about my family members' birthdays. Is it so much to ask that they at least recognize the day I was born? Oh well. I try to call the guys who went out for pizza, but I couldn't get a hold of them...any of them. Oh well, not their faults. A birthday dinner is better alone anyway, right? So, I drive to dinner alone in the pouring rain. I eat by myself and come back home. I return to hear my sister's frined and her boyfriend loudly arguing in my living room. By then I've had enough. I just go into my room and lie down. I decide to go to sleep in order to get through the rest of the day as fast as I can. A while later my parents come back and tell me that we're going to dinner tomorrow which means I'm going to be late to trivia. I don't know why all of this bothered me so much, but it did and it still does. I mean, the heavy hitting frineds whom I've known for years didn't even call to wish me a good day, and my older sister only called because she was prompted by my younger one who knew I was not exactly the happiest camper in the world. All I can say is thank god that June 2nd has come and gone. Whatever. Happy frickin birthday to me.