Birthdays are a strange thing. Despite the fact that they should really only be celebrated when you’re growing up, we continue to the tradition throughout our lives even when we’re down to three cards and one gift, if we’re lucky. As a child, birthdays are one great big OMG-I’m-a-Year-Older excuse for gifts and parties but, as an adult, they’re simply an annual reminder of just how long ago those days were. No, I’m not six-years-old any more… I’m three decades away from that, in fact. Getting older is not a problem in itself as I’m happy to trade a tiny bit more wisdom for a drop in skin elasticity, but every year as a kid birthday parties were an exciting social whirl which was rather delightful. After 21, it’s nothing but “sorry, I’m busy that evening”. I guess we all have other things on our minds these days.
I’m probably just grumpy because an early January birthday means that many people forget mine, and even fewer want to spend money on socialising. As a kid, it was perfectly acceptable to complain when people forgot your birthday, but now I have to just pretend I don’t really care. Perhaps I shouldn’t care? Perhaps I should designate a day other than 6th January as my birthday? Perhaps I should request that people celebrate it in some un-traditional way? Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Instead of a card, how about some fan art? It doesn’t have to be as elaborate as Bill Mudron’s fantastic depiction of Amy Pond (although that’d be nice), because a cameraphone photo of you with a Post-It stuck to your face that says ‘Happy Birthday Lori’ would make me smile just as much.
It’s a bit late to worry about all that this year, so I shall plan something for 2012. Instead… talk to me! What do you like about birthdays and what do you hate? Were you born on Christmas or New Year’s Day so everyone forgets it? Do you celebrate? What would be your ideal alternative celebration? I shall compose my next blog post entirely about the person whose comment I like the most.