Birthday Smirthday

I really, really hate my birthday. I don’t remember a time that I actually enjoyed having a birthday. It tends to fall on Easter weekend (as it does this year) and when I was a kid if I was having a birthday party most people would tell me that they couldn’t come because they were going to be visiting their grandmother and couldn’t come. Or, the dirt road I lived on (2.5km back) would be so muddy that people couldn’t even drive to my house. I eventually stopped having birthday parties.

Getting older they mostly just made me uncomfortable. I just don’t enjoy the fuss. I know I should suck up the attention and the gifts and the cake, but I just can’t help but feel awkward about it all.

I have no plans for this Sunday, other than a sushi lunch and to sleep in. I’d like to spend some time with my family and away from my family and that’s about it.