or to claim that they all suck past a certain point in our lives. i’ve hit that point…i hit it a few years ago because i’ve now had a few sucky birthdays in a row. i won’t mislead myself into thinking that this one will be any different. with the exception of getting a really pretty bracelet as a present so far, my birthday this year will suck because:
a) once again, i will wake up alone on the morning of my birthday. i don’t know why that bothers me so much every year. even when i’m seeing someone in the past few years it happens. i don’t get it.
b) one of my sisters can’t even afford to go to the same restaurant i make everyone go to every year where dinner only costs about $10 each…or less depending on what you get.
c) i’m tired of always having to plan my own birthday stuff. of having to be the one to call everyone and make sure they’re there.
d) i have to spend half my birthday day working at the most hateful job i’ve ever had in the whole history of my work experience.
e) the number of friends who will remember to at least call me on my birthday? 2. and they’ve both already called.
f) i can’t call one of my friends who keeps calling me because she’s pregnant. i just can’t bring myself to do it.
g) probably i will have to work at the hateful job on thursday as well so i won’t be able to go out and do anything besides dinner on my birthday. not to mention the fact that i can’t do anything for it this weekend either because there’s too much freaking other stuff going on.
h) still have an issue with someone’s living situation which is making me unhappy that i don’t know what to do about. still avoiding stepping foot in the house as if it had the plague which feels completely weird and irritating. avoiding talking about it even so i just sit here quietly resenting the whole deal, putting band-aids over something that can’t be ignored forever.
i) have lots of weird cramps still that make me really sad sometimes.
happy birthday.