For my entire adult life – since about the time they stopped letting me have My Little Pony-shaped cakes *- I’ve been more excited for others’ birthdays than I ever am for my own.
I love other peoples’ birthdays! I always plan a small party for Jeff’s. In December I put a silly hat on the dog and sing her birfdai songs. I hand-knit pretty things for my mom. I’ll even make a co-worker’s favorite cookies, or post on that random Facebook acquaintance’s wall.
But where my own birthday is concerned? Meh. I mean, the presents are great – this year, Jeff gave me this edition of P&P, and tickets to TSO! – and I enjoy the dinners and seeing family and all that good stuff, too. But I don’t like being the center of attention in large groups, and apart from exactly 3 people in the entire world (no, really), I don’t like having anyone make a fuss over me, or being a trouble at all.
So can you blame me for not telling my co-workers? For not shouting it from the rooftops? For not letting the dog put a silly hat on me?
Give me a few texts and phone calls from friends, flowers from Mom and Dad, a card from Grandma and a nice dinner out with family, and I’m happy. Really.
How do you like to celebrate YOUR birthday? Can I make you a cake?
PS>For some reason 25 feels a lot older than 24.
*So, 22 or thereabouts.