And I Like It That Way.

I can't stand my birthday. No, it's not because I'm middle-aged and don't want people to know the exact number - I'm not even 20 yet. I just hate the whole birthday atmosphere as it relates to me because:

1. People are fake. I despise getting generic birthday greetings from people I only know in passing and/or don't make an attempt at communication the other 364 days of the year. I personally will not wish someone a happy birthday if I don't talk to them on a fairly regular basis, unless we were at one point extremely close and simply happened to drift a bit apart for whatever reason.

2. I don't like being the center of attention. Which may sound weird to my friends as I'm usually the loudest of the bunch. But really, I don't mean to be - my voice just tends to carry more than I mean for it to - and I'm certainly still far too shy to want everyone around me to pay attention to me. It's unnerving.

Other people's birthdays and surprise parties? Love 'em. I think it's great to surprise a friend who always puts everyone else first or who never fails to make me laugh with a party; they deserve to be celebrated. But me? If you must get me a present, fine. Just don't make a big spectacle out of giving it to me. And please, for the love of all things good in the world, don't tell other people it's my birthday.
TeapotK TeapotK
18-21, F
Jul 13, 2010