So my birthday is this Friday and this is how I feel about it.
OK, well, not to that extent, but somewhat a little close. I don’t care about birthdays and I think after I turned 10, the entire concept was lost on me. Since my birthday is in July, I was never around friends during the summer. I didn’t have opportunities to celebrate and after a while, I just never threw gatherings or anything. I kinda didn’t want the attention.
I feel that a birthday should be a celebration of the parents and what they did to make sure you were alive. Besides, do we need to really make a big deal of birthdays? It’s just another day on the calendar.