Ok… So today is my birthday. I don’t say that to get people to wish me a happy birthday or anything, but as today’s talking point.
At what point does the vast majority of birthdays just not matter? I mean when you’re a kid, birthdays are awesome! Presents, cake, ice cream, parties! When you hit milestones like when you turn 18 and 21, 50 and maybe 100 years old, those are pretty cool too.
But I turned 37 today. What is that? I couldn’t take the day off work. I’m too busy, I got shit to do. What would I have done on a Tuesday anyways? My wife is doing home school with the kids, so she couldn’t do anything with me, and any other people I would want to hang out with are also adults, and so have jobs and are working. As far as cake and ice cream? I like carrot cake, so I’ll have some of that, but only a few bites, that is all I can fit into my calories for the day. And a party? I don’t drink, most of my friends are work friends. My kids want to have a party, but my idea of a party and theirs is vastly different. Oh and for presents? I’m an adult. I make money, if I need/want something, I buy it. and any gift given to me is just an obligation to reciprocate. I have to remember when that person’s birthday is, what they like/don’t like, etc. I’m not ready for that kind of commitment.
Maybe I’m just a curmudgeon, but I really don’t see the point in birthdays as an adult. It’s just another day to me, and honestly, having other people recognize it makes me uncomfortable.