The one day I would like to disappear from earth is on my birthday.
Luckily today is not that day.
But, it is my boyfriend’s birthday.
Since he has a couple of years long tradition of going on vacation in October, he “surprisingly” does like this day.
When I ask him what he would like me to gift him.
I get quotes like “I don’t know” or even worse “You are my present”.
You’re not getting away with it so easily, mister!
So, yesterday I thought I had a moment alone in the shopping mall to buy something when he suddenly popped up.
“Are you done already”, he asked, annoyed, because he doesn’t like shopping.
My dislike for birthdays goes back to my youth.
At school, on your birthday, you were supposed to bring treats for the entire class.
My parents thought brining an apple for everyone would make me popular.
So there was me, standing on a chair in front of the classroom listening to everyone singing “Happy Birthday to you”.
I am not an attention seeker. I don’t like being in the spotlights.
I couldn’t wait for the moment to be over.
At home some presents were waiting for me.
Of course, this should be the fun part.
But I get easily overwhelmed by many impressions. Therefore, more than two presents confused me.
And finally, the cherry the top on everything: I was born in July.
26 out of 27 times, I was obligated to celebrate my birthday in the hot burning sun.
Oh such joy.
So yeah, obviously I am not a fan of my birthday.
But if today, on Friday the 13th, happens to be your birthday, I do want to wish you the best day ever.
How do you handle your own birthday or someone else’s?