Even before radio and television stations start with their annual Christmas countdown, I've already counted off how many sleeps I need to get to my birthday. I'm not sure if most people feel the same way during their birthdays but I've always loved my birthday more than any other occasion. It's probably because of my self-centered nature that I also turn into a monster who keeps screaming "IT'S MY FREAKING BIRTHDAY", go out to treat myself to a decadent present, and rant about how I don't want to get older.
Another heck of a bummer about having a high regards for your special day is that your rather ambitious mind thinks people should echo the same exuberance. But when your birthday turns out to be a disaster, you sulk in despair and start questioning everything -- from you career down to the unforeseeable future. You eventually feel like your birthday is life's way of telling you "YOU JUST GOT OLDER BUT YOUR LIFE STILL SUCKS". However you try to avoid it, disappointment can stick like glue on this very day.
And the cherry on top of the proverbial birthday cake which I ironically did not have yesterday, is that no one gives each other gifts on their birthdays anymore. I mean, really? Gone are the days when people get the celebrator some flowers, a small piece of cake, or just a simple greeting card. I get that these times are hard and the world economy is suffering, but I also get that I want to feel special on my birthday. For just one day in a whole year. 1/365. Why doesn't anyone get that? Is it because people are not as narrow-minded as I am?
Damn, I'm too shallow. Sorry! *shows ever-so-powerful "It's my birthday" card*
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