On birthdays and growing older
Since I'll be turning the dreaded two-two in a few days' time, I've been thinking about birthdays and all things related. At some point of time in my life, I think I stopped liking the idea of birthdays. I stopped looking forward to my birthday as much as I used to, and I grew to find celebrating a little bit of a chore. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I hate receiving presents, having a good time and being around loved ones, but sometimes when I really think about it, it all seems a little unnecessary to me.
Perhaps it might've been a few less-than-perfect birthdays that I had when I was younger. I distinctly remember maybe 2 or 3 consecutive birthdays which I cried on, probably due to a variety of reasons (which I can't quite recall now). And other birthdays where I got so annoyed because people were bugging me about birthday dinners and asking me to collect my own birthday cake (WTF). It came to a point where I realised that if no one is going to make the effort to celebrate my birthday for me, I'd much rather have no celebration altogether than try to single-handedly create a celebration for myself. I know that sounds a little... Spoilt? But hear me out.
After these experiences, I've realised that if I truly matter to the people around me, they will make the effort to do something (doesn't have to be any grand gesture, it's just the effort that counts) because it's my so-called "special day". If I have to go out of MY way to create MY own celebration in order to celebrate MYSELF, don't you think that sounds even more self-obsessed? It's almost as if you're MAKING people celebrate your birthday. So yes, because of this, I came to the conclusion that if nobody can be bothered to celebrate my birthday for me, I'd rather have no celebration at all.
Like I said, I find all these celebrations increasingly... Unnecessary. (And a lot of trouble too.) Normally, even without the celebrations, I'd still look forward to my birthday because it's exciting to receive gifts that I've been looking forward to. And being the bagaholic I am (or used to be, at least), I will typically be lusting after at least one or two bags at any one time. But this year, there isn't even anything material that I can say I really really really really want, probably because we (my sister and I) already got quite a few bags throughout 2011 and my appetite for bags is pretty much satiated. Which is why there is even less of a reason to look forward to my birthday this year.
And a random birthday picture
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This took a bit of digging up, but here's a picture of me feeding myself cake on my 16th birthday hahaha. That was one of those birthdays which I distinctly remember to be very enjoyable.
Ah well, yet another pointless post. I guess my point was, my birthday is on Friday and I'm not particularly looking forward to turning 22. Oh, the part about growing older is a little bit of a turn-off too.
This may very well be my last blog post as a 21 year old girl. :(
Perhaps it might've been a few less-than-perfect birthdays that I had when I was younger. I distinctly remember maybe 2 or 3 consecutive birthdays which I cried on, probably due to a variety of reasons (which I can't quite recall now). And other birthdays where I got so annoyed because people were bugging me about birthday dinners and asking me to collect my own birthday cake (WTF). It came to a point where I realised that if no one is going to make the effort to celebrate my birthday for me, I'd much rather have no celebration altogether than try to single-handedly create a celebration for myself. I know that sounds a little... Spoilt? But hear me out.
After these experiences, I've realised that if I truly matter to the people around me, they will make the effort to do something (doesn't have to be any grand gesture, it's just the effort that counts) because it's my so-called "special day". If I have to go out of MY way to create MY own celebration in order to celebrate MYSELF, don't you think that sounds even more self-obsessed? It's almost as if you're MAKING people celebrate your birthday. So yes, because of this, I came to the conclusion that if nobody can be bothered to celebrate my birthday for me, I'd rather have no celebration at all.
Like I said, I find all these celebrations increasingly... Unnecessary. (And a lot of trouble too.) Normally, even without the celebrations, I'd still look forward to my birthday because it's exciting to receive gifts that I've been looking forward to. And being the bagaholic I am (or used to be, at least), I will typically be lusting after at least one or two bags at any one time. But this year, there isn't even anything material that I can say I really really really really want, probably because we (my sister and I) already got quite a few bags throughout 2011 and my appetite for bags is pretty much satiated. Which is why there is even less of a reason to look forward to my birthday this year.
And a random birthday picture
.
.
.
This took a bit of digging up, but here's a picture of me feeding myself cake on my 16th birthday hahaha. That was one of those birthdays which I distinctly remember to be very enjoyable.
Ah well, yet another pointless post. I guess my point was, my birthday is on Friday and I'm not particularly looking forward to turning 22. Oh, the part about growing older is a little bit of a turn-off too.
This may very well be my last blog post as a 21 year old girl. :(