Hate birthdays.Todays not my birthday, nor is it tomorrow, in fact its not for two months now. What got me thinking about it was my friend’s birthday-which was yesterday-and it reminded me how much I hate it.But here’s the catch.Only mine.Yes I am one of those weirdos who hate their own birthdays.Everyone else’s is a moment of celebration and parties and I get more excited about celebrating their birthdays than mine which sometimes is baffling to say the least.So when it’s my turn its…well let’s say its a different story.
There were times I knew I hated it but never quite understood why.One thing I remember clearly is as a kid my friends and family singing around the damn cake and me hoping that I could get on with it already.Just hated looking at the cake awkwardly not knowing what to do with my limbs or wondering should I be singing along.All this is ironic since I look forward to,the presents,the wishes,attention,the whole hoopla but on the day I float like a bloody martyr for some reason.
So after some soul searching and shrink sessions with myself have come to a conclusion that am either a masochist or hate that that sort of attention or its just some godforsaken mystery that I’m never to know like many things in life.
And this just seems like a perfect time to solve this situation so here’s my resolution for next year:stop moping around enjoy all the birthdays and the festivities henceforth.And enjoy the only day which I can call my own.
So is it just me hating birthday’s or do you guys too have affliction towards birthdays? Would sure like to hear your thoughts.