I don't know how old this thread is, but I'm glad I found it and can completely sympathize.
I don't mind celebrating other peoples birthdays and making a big deal out of it, but mine are off limits. This is why I hate my birthday. First and foremost; “friends.” As an example last year a friend of mine wanted a pair of shoes, very specific shoes, I spent hours driving around trying to find these shoes and not a single store carried them.
After nearly 5 hours I broke down and went home and ordered them online with an additional payment for overnight shipping to ensure they arrived on the exact day as it was past the order time to ensure next day delivery and I had only two days. I also gave them a card with $50 for extra spending money, in total spending over $160 – this was in June. Come October when it was my birthday, they completely ignored that it was my birthday. After all the effort I had put into their birthday, my only day off before I worked for three weeks straight and money which I could have spent on myself, they couldn't be bothered to so much as say “Happy Birthday” on Facebook or even bother to send a text.
And this is the same story time and time over, putting effort into everyone else and to get nothing in return. I honestly do not expect anyone to pay me back with gifts in return, I actually don't even want gifts, but to be so fucking self-centered that you completely ignore someones birthday who has gone out of their way for you is beyond the pale.
The other aspect is it's nothing to get excited about. Big fucking deal, I'm a year older; it's just another day. And that's all it is - just another day.
Likewise, I don't need a reminder that I have an appointment with the grim reaper – I'm quite aware. In nine and a half days I'll be turning 29 in a family with an average life span of 65 years – I only have 36 years left – If I'm lucky and god knows this (almost) first 30 years just flew by – I sure the hell am not going to be happy and celebrate counting down until the day I begin to bloat.
I hate my birthday and I am not going to tolerate people telling me how I should spend it or that I should be happy. If you want to know what I want for my birthday, it's really simply. Leave me the hell alone about it being my birthday.
is it normal to hate my birthday?
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I don't know how old this thread is, but I'm glad I found it and can completely sympathize.
I don't mind celebrating other peoples birthdays and making a big deal out of it, but mine are off limits. This is why I hate my birthday. First and foremost; “friends.” As an example last year a friend of mine wanted a pair of shoes, very specific shoes, I spent hours driving around trying to find these shoes and not a single store carried them.
After nearly 5 hours I broke down and went home and ordered them online with an additional payment for overnight shipping to ensure they arrived on the exact day as it was past the order time to ensure next day delivery and I had only two days. I also gave them a card with $50 for extra spending money, in total spending over $160 – this was in June. Come October when it was my birthday, they completely ignored that it was my birthday. After all the effort I had put into their birthday, my only day off before I worked for three weeks straight and money which I could have spent on myself, they couldn't be bothered to so much as say “Happy Birthday” on Facebook or even bother to send a text.
And this is the same story time and time over, putting effort into everyone else and to get nothing in return. I honestly do not expect anyone to pay me back with gifts in return, I actually don't even want gifts, but to be so fucking self-centered that you completely ignore someones birthday who has gone out of their way for you is beyond the pale.
The other aspect is it's nothing to get excited about. Big fucking deal, I'm a year older; it's just another day. And that's all it is - just another day.
Likewise, I don't need a reminder that I have an appointment with the grim reaper – I'm quite aware. In nine and a half days I'll be turning 29 in a family with an average life span of 65 years – I only have 36 years left – If I'm lucky and god knows this (almost) first 30 years just flew by – I sure the hell am not going to be happy and celebrate counting down until the day I begin to bloat.
I hate my birthday and I am not going to tolerate people telling me how I should spend it or that I should be happy. If you want to know what I want for my birthday, it's really simply. Leave me the hell alone about it being my birthday.