I post this now before I go to bed. This is it the day that marks another year has gone and another digit added to my age. Yippee. Big woop. Hurrah. Crap..........
The same stupidity starts each year with the day before my birthday when my mother says "How do you want to celebrate this year?" . Seems innocent enough right? Wrong! Here is why, after 24 or 25 I really began to despise birthdays, mainly because it means another year has been wasted and yet more of my body functions improperly, and began to ask for nothing to be done as the day held no meaning to me. This sounds good in theory, however the woman that squeezed you through her loins, at whatever insensitive hour in the morning, thinks otherwise and as such becomes more determined to celebrate your frickin' birth!
Most years would be this: Special dinner eating-out (usually Chinese food), come home and open gifts and then have a cake brought to you, while enduring the "happy birthday to you" song as sung by those with great intent, but less talent and lastly gorging yourself with said cake to drown out the thought of all that has happened in recent moments and the past year.
Which brings us to this, my dear mother will be intent on doing some-frickin-thing to celebrate, even though she has asked and I declined anything. The first year I realized my efforts to avoid this were futile involved me spending the day out of the house and with friends and thinking I had made a clean break. WRONG, when I came home at 10 pm she was waiting with a cake!!
Anyway, I guess I should not complain, but really it gets tiresome. Today I have friends coming to hang out with me for the day and who knows what will await my arrival home this time! I live in fear of cake and candles, no man should ever have to say that.
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