Why people enjoy all the fuss about birthdays and anniversaries in general is beyond me. Ok, I accept it, it's nice to receive gifts and be patted on the back and wished all kinds of nice things and be the centre of everybody's attention.
No, stop! It's nice to receive gifts, period. Come to think of it, I could live without these, too. Most of them are useless anyway. But all this seems to mean a lot to everybody else.
So I go and buy presents and have them wrapped up and then I attend the celebration and wish the person guilty for said celebration all kinds of nice things and pat them on the back and act towards them in all kinds of nice manners no matter whether I mean it or not. And I hate myself for doing so.
Come another celebration and I do it all over again. And I hate myself for doing so yet again.
Come my birthday or anniversary or whatever people are wont to celebrate, I hate having to have a celebration. I hate people coming to me and giving me useless gifts and wishing me all kinds of nice things I’d heard gazillion times before and patting me on the back and I hate being the centre of everybody’s attention in general. And yet I’m expected to do it time and again.
This afternoon I attended a celebration. It was nice in a nice kind of way. We all contributed to the nice present the birthday girl really wanted. There was a lot of patting on the back and saying nice words, which were truly meant for a change, and acting nicely towards… and so on. There was also a lot of food and beverages and the weather contributed to the nice feel. All was fine and dandy until the conversation became political and started to heat up and everybody wanted to cry out their opinion and wouldn’t let others express theirs until the conversation became a tangled mess of half-articulated voices vying to outcry everybody else. At that point I had to excuse myself from the table.
Yep, I hate celebrations.
