Birthdays make me sad. It wasn't this way before. As a kid i used to love my birthdays, 'cause birthdays meant parties, gifts and the attention of loads of people. They also meant growing up, and being able to do all the things that i wasn't allowed to do.
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But now, when birthdays come, i feel quite the opposite. Yes, i still do love the attention, but gifts have lost their charm and the parties... well being a "grown-up" i can now party any time, there isn't a need for excuses like birthdays any more. But most importantly, what birthdays now make me realise, that one more year of the "best years of my life" has passed away from me. Birthdays make me realise, that in the past year, i haven't accomplished anything to be specifically proud of and that there is very little to look forward to.
In effect birthdays make me reflective and moody. It irks me that people want to wish me on a day that i don't particulary favor.
Its just another day, folks!!!
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