When I set my mind to something it usually happens. But try as I might I can do nothing about the fact that the day of my birth is in December, between the biggies of Christmas and New Years. Take that up with my Mom and Dad.
It has presented challenges over the years. I've been known to say I hate my birthday. Why? Because it seems I'm always apologizing for it. Here's how it usually goes-'Oh! It *is* your birthday!' (in a puzzled tone as if to suggest they aren't quite sure what to do about it)
Occasionally people will nail the problem-saying 'We just did Christmas...'
Why yes, that has been the case for every birthday I have ever had.
Yes it is a pain in the proverbial ass. And to be honest not a lot of fun any way you look at it. Usually I just try to get through it with as little fuss as possible. There have a couple of people in my life to whom I've never had to apologize for being born. My Mom always made my day special for me. My Grandma too, with her homemade chocolate cake.
I'm likely as grown up as I can ever expect to be. Despite this alleged maturity, I'll admit that it still hurts to have the day of my birth be an after thought and an inconvenience. On the bright side, like any other day, it will blessedly be only 24 hours long.
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