Forget this shit.
So...
This was possibly the worst birthday I've ever experienced. It had nothing to do with anyone else, things just...didn't go as planned. Not to mention, I turned 21, and I've been completely and utterly sober since Thursday. In fact, I think the only thing I drank was water. I did more celebrating Thursday night. Lol
Not that the drinking should be such a big deal, but...y'know...birthdays are supposed to be these great days, with all these presents and celebrations, and partying...I spent most of the day alone, and the night was just...shitty. I went to Caribou earlier in the day to change my change into bills, and a couple of the regulars offered to take me out for drinks later, but I brushed them off because I don't really like to drink with people I don't know/don't trust.
Which is pretty much, in a nutshell, why I don't drink more than a beer or two at any given party.
That, of course, and the fact that I'm a major lightweight. One shot gets me drunk, not buzzed. Makes me a cheap date...if I can ever find anyone to go drink with, of course.
*sigh*
Given that all this happened, and my birthdays seem to be more and more disappointing the older I get, I'm never celebrating my birthday again. Why should I get my hopes up? Why should I expect something great and then be disappointed? Why should I bother getting excited about a day that's just gonna suck? Or, why should I bother to hope that my day will be good, have it rain all day long and have nothing special happen, then have the day feel awful because absolutely nothing happened?
I hate to rant and be so depressing, but depressed is pretty much what I've been feeling since my birthday, which is pretty sad.
My parents were the only people who did anything for me. They took me to a restaurant I didn't want to go to, where they burned my food and I had to make them redo it - then by the time they redid it I didn't want it anymore. They bought me a necklace, which is gorgeous...but I admit, I feel like I'm trying to convince myself to love it, and that kinda sucks. They sent me a stupid ecard, too.
True, a bunch of people commented on my facebook wall and said happy birthday, but I dunno. For some reason, I don't feel good about it.
I'm exactly the same as I was last year, except last year my birthday was...eh, not much more fun, but a little less depressing. At least the weather was better, as far as I remember, and I did something fun.
This year was just a complete flop, and I'm still depressed.
What sucks more is that everyone at work is gonna be like "OMG how was your awesome 21st birthday?! Did you get wasteeeeeeed?!" and over and over again I'm gonna have to be like "No, haha, it actually kinda sucked! But that's totally cool, 'cause...whatever! What d'you want to drink?" and smile and be happy, etc. I don't feel like it.
So, I'm not putting myself through this ever again. Unless someone can give me a good reason to celebrate my birthday, that is.
I really hope the rest of this week is better...
This was possibly the worst birthday I've ever experienced. It had nothing to do with anyone else, things just...didn't go as planned. Not to mention, I turned 21, and I've been completely and utterly sober since Thursday. In fact, I think the only thing I drank was water. I did more celebrating Thursday night. Lol
Not that the drinking should be such a big deal, but...y'know...birthdays are supposed to be these great days, with all these presents and celebrations, and partying...I spent most of the day alone, and the night was just...shitty. I went to Caribou earlier in the day to change my change into bills, and a couple of the regulars offered to take me out for drinks later, but I brushed them off because I don't really like to drink with people I don't know/don't trust.
Which is pretty much, in a nutshell, why I don't drink more than a beer or two at any given party.
That, of course, and the fact that I'm a major lightweight. One shot gets me drunk, not buzzed. Makes me a cheap date...if I can ever find anyone to go drink with, of course.
*sigh*
Given that all this happened, and my birthdays seem to be more and more disappointing the older I get, I'm never celebrating my birthday again. Why should I get my hopes up? Why should I expect something great and then be disappointed? Why should I bother getting excited about a day that's just gonna suck? Or, why should I bother to hope that my day will be good, have it rain all day long and have nothing special happen, then have the day feel awful because absolutely nothing happened?
I hate to rant and be so depressing, but depressed is pretty much what I've been feeling since my birthday, which is pretty sad.
My parents were the only people who did anything for me. They took me to a restaurant I didn't want to go to, where they burned my food and I had to make them redo it - then by the time they redid it I didn't want it anymore. They bought me a necklace, which is gorgeous...but I admit, I feel like I'm trying to convince myself to love it, and that kinda sucks. They sent me a stupid ecard, too.
True, a bunch of people commented on my facebook wall and said happy birthday, but I dunno. For some reason, I don't feel good about it.
I'm exactly the same as I was last year, except last year my birthday was...eh, not much more fun, but a little less depressing. At least the weather was better, as far as I remember, and I did something fun.
This year was just a complete flop, and I'm still depressed.
What sucks more is that everyone at work is gonna be like "OMG how was your awesome 21st birthday?! Did you get wasteeeeeeed?!" and over and over again I'm gonna have to be like "No, haha, it actually kinda sucked! But that's totally cool, 'cause...whatever! What d'you want to drink?" and smile and be happy, etc. I don't feel like it.
So, I'm not putting myself through this ever again. Unless someone can give me a good reason to celebrate my birthday, that is.
I really hope the rest of this week is better...