Birthdays suck
So, my spouse forgot my birthday. It's not a big deal but I kind of feel like it is. Granted its first thing in the morning but she was shocked when a friend of mine sent a happy birthday and I know she feels bad. I don't know why I'm so sad about this, but I am. I have little doubt that's my person who I kind of called my bestfriend will forget to. I don't know, I hate birthdays. I hate the expectation that we have that other people actually care about a day that really is only important to us hasn't been important since the day we were born. I don't like the expectation or the anticipation or the fact that I am sad because someone forgot a day that really has little meeting. And yet here I am feeling sad, and actually kind of being pissed off at I'm sad. My birthday fell in the middle of the week, I'm wrapping up my school year, she's teaching alone in a class that normally has two teachers and is pretty rough. I shouldn't expect anything else. And yet... I think it's much easier one birthdays fall on weekends. In other news my pants don't fit and neither does my belt... :-)