Okay, so here’s where I am going to try and explain exactly why my birthday is more important than yours. I know it must seem crazy to hear at first, but it is in fact true, so bear with me. I am in no way saying that my significance on this earth is greater than any one of yours (well, maybe just…just kidding), but the day I celebrate my birthday each year, July 8th, is. And here’s why…
I count down to my birthday the way children (or my dad, haha) count down to Christmas. On January 8th, I wish myself a Happy Half-Birthday, and proceed to tell everyone that I am 6 months away from my birthday. Now, granted before I became an old woman of 24 I was much more excited to attain whatever age I was going to be back in the day.
For example, I counted down to 21 for a good two years. Anywho, now that I’m older and don’t exactly want to slip closer to 25, and then 30, etc., I mostly look forward to the attention, gifts, dinners, and partying – all on my behalf. I know that’s hard for some of you to grasp, because I’m usually not the self-centered, attention-hog type Before this summer, for the past six years I worked as an Arts & Crafts and Theater teacher. I used to make the children make me a crown and a sash in Arts & Crafts and sing Happy Birthday to me in Theater class, haha.
Anyway, because I didn’t have those fun accessories this year (my mom still bought me a little pink and rhinestone crown), a few days before my birthday this year, I explained to my boyfriend-at-the-time, David, just why this day is the most special day of the year, along with why I should have nothing but happiness and helpfulness and good thoughts sent my way, not the fighting that was going on with my friends over which club we went to that weekend. I proceeded to justify my response by describing how other people we know (my family and friends) feel on their birthdays. Continue reading