Ugh...the worst is when people go by selling them. I’ve seen the nodding head puppies being sold... the seller holds a tray with about forty of these nauseating muts and as the seller walks down the road all of them in unison nod their head at you. Some people fear heights, some clowns...I fear these puppies. Okay, I don’t scream, but I get the eebe-jeebies.
I had maybe one of the best birthday weeks of my life. I traveled, went scuba diving, watched one of the best firework shows I have seen, ate amazing food and hung out with some cool people. I cannot believe how blessed I am.
On my actual birthday only two people actually remembered my birthday. Your first response may be pity, but I surprisingly enjoyed it that way. Sometimes I even forgot it was my birthday.
My idea of having a birthday has changed a lot since moving here. To be honest, I like the feeling of being special, but after spending two years with kids who don’t even know when their birthday is, let alone have a party with cake and singing, I have been trying really hard to change my view on feeling everyone has to bow down to me on my day of birth. This is really odd for the girl who used to throw herself birthday parties.
It is funny because all through growing up I always wanted really big parties for my birthday, but the few times I got them I always felt really awkward. Especially when opening up gifts!
That’s just the worst, isn’t it? If you hate it, you have to smile wide for the camera and tell the person you love it (with out lying about it...for me at least). On the other end, if you love it you have to play it down so the others don’t feel like you hated their gift. What a sick cycle. I hope by next year I will not even want gifts, but this is me being honest: I still like gifts.
Once my Mom and sister threw me a surprise party (something I have always wished I had). When I found out about it before hand I felt like the most aweful person in the world because that is what I was being at that time of my life. 13...the worst year of my life. I dreaded the gifts.
The next party I threw for myself. It was a birthday/graduation party. Why didn’t I learn at 13? Because I wanted to be that girl with all the cool people at her party with a mound of birthday gifts. I see now it was all to see who were my true friends. Why do we torture ourselves like that? Not only had my car broken down on the way to graduation, but I was late for my own party and majorly stressed by the lack of show. Without much detail, my family had hotdogs, hamburgers and coke to last about three weeks after my party. I was so relieved when that day was over.
After that day I swore no more parties....though I did forget that when the next year came around. Sometimes it takes me a while to learn things. I told myself not only no more parties, but I was good with just being satisfied with a few close friends and not being close to everyone. Sure, I love having lots of friends, but I know who is a “hey, what’s up?” friend and who is a leave-your-tooth-brush-at-their-house or cry-on-their-sholder friend. These are the lessons we learn as we grow.
Well, the night is coming to an end. I just perfectly killed a cockroach with a water bottle. It’s head is completely detached from it’s body and it’s legs haven’t stopped spasming.
To top off my birthday, I shot an AK47 and an M1 gun. Yeah, that pretty much rocked.
Oh, welcome, new year.
