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Ah….my birthday is fast approaching...and I can already tell that things have not changed. Sheer bad luck seems to be the reoccurring theme from year to year. The crowning glory of this terrible luck was on my 21st birthday when I was dumped by my boyfriend of three years immediately upon arrival at his home early that day.
That was the worst one.
It has slowly gotten better from year to year.
Yet it is still far from terrific.
Being an introvert I don’t expect too much from friends. I have so very few close ones…none of who would be capable of really putting together any kind of party for me. So I normally just throw my own party. Like I’m doing this year. (I just spent $150 on the groceries for it) I’m preparing some authentic Greek dishes this year...and baking some homemade breads with some fresh herb butter. Oh, and of course there will be the obligatory vegetable tray and birthday cake. (which I do not have to bake for myself this year! Yay!)
I normally don’t complain about the lack of recognition I receive on my birthday. It is really a rather stupid holiday when you think about it. After all, I actually existed long before April 6th...I just didn’t choose to make my official appearance until that day. Really, when you think about it, we are all about 9 months older then what we say we are. You could argue that a tiny cluster of cells does not yet constitute a human being. The way I see it, your birthday couldn’t possibly have anything to do with development because they don’t “hold back” those who are premature. They don’t tell them; “Well, you were not due to arrive for another month so let’s just wait before we announce your official birthday. Why don’t you just take a seat for the time being, eh?”
Perhaps since we as a society are so hung up on age, we should really be celebrating our “conception day”. It would be a more prudent representation of our actual age. Although, this holiday might prove to be a bit too embarrassing for some...as you would most likely have to question your parents about their sexual history.
Ack…I am rambling…which is a habit I get into when there are underlying stresses in my life. I’m sure some of you know that about me. Well, if you must know...I am rather upset about missing the Film Festival this year. I was extremely sick over the weekend and was not able to get tickets for some of the movies I had wanted to see. My birthday, I could care less about...I’ve never had one worth remembering. But the Film Festival...that is something that really makes me happy...that is something that I really remember.
That was the worst one.
It has slowly gotten better from year to year.
Yet it is still far from terrific.
Being an introvert I don’t expect too much from friends. I have so very few close ones…none of who would be capable of really putting together any kind of party for me. So I normally just throw my own party. Like I’m doing this year. (I just spent $150 on the groceries for it) I’m preparing some authentic Greek dishes this year...and baking some homemade breads with some fresh herb butter. Oh, and of course there will be the obligatory vegetable tray and birthday cake. (which I do not have to bake for myself this year! Yay!)
I normally don’t complain about the lack of recognition I receive on my birthday. It is really a rather stupid holiday when you think about it. After all, I actually existed long before April 6th...I just didn’t choose to make my official appearance until that day. Really, when you think about it, we are all about 9 months older then what we say we are. You could argue that a tiny cluster of cells does not yet constitute a human being. The way I see it, your birthday couldn’t possibly have anything to do with development because they don’t “hold back” those who are premature. They don’t tell them; “Well, you were not due to arrive for another month so let’s just wait before we announce your official birthday. Why don’t you just take a seat for the time being, eh?”
Perhaps since we as a society are so hung up on age, we should really be celebrating our “conception day”. It would be a more prudent representation of our actual age. Although, this holiday might prove to be a bit too embarrassing for some...as you would most likely have to question your parents about their sexual history.
Ack…I am rambling…which is a habit I get into when there are underlying stresses in my life. I’m sure some of you know that about me. Well, if you must know...I am rather upset about missing the Film Festival this year. I was extremely sick over the weekend and was not able to get tickets for some of the movies I had wanted to see. My birthday, I could care less about...I’ve never had one worth remembering. But the Film Festival...that is something that really makes me happy...that is something that I really remember.