I Don’t Like My Birthday

I might be one of the few people in the world who does not like their own birthday. I’m always excited for someone else’s birthday. But when it comes to me, it’s a no.

It has nothing to do with becoming older, though sometimes I kind of still wished I was younger.  It also has nothing to do with presents, because every year I get what I ask for. And since getting Chocolate, I don’t need anything else.

I think not liking my birthday has to do with feeling lonely around that time of year. I’m an only child, so I have no siblings. I only have one cousin that I am somewhat close to.  Other than that, its just my grandparents, uncle and I in the house. Neither do I have friends. And if I am being real, no one really cares or notices that its my birthday in the first place.

I’m turning 22 years this year, and I have never had a birthday party. I know. I’m shocked as well. And if I am being honest, I have never been invited to someone else’s birthday party, so its not like I would know how to act.

Even though I don’t like celebrating my birthday and tend to feel sad around this time of year, I still have my own little traditions.

1. Pizza: Every year we get pizza for dinner, because its my favourite thing ever to eat. Like who doesn’t like pizza.
2. Cake: Ever since I was little, I would always get a personalized cake. Once again, who doesn’t like cake? Blowing out the candles and making a wish is the best part.
3. Crying/Yelling: I know this is a strange one, but somehow during the day, I end up either crying or yelling at someone. And if I am lucky, both tend to happen.

I might be the only one who feels that way. Or maybe there are people who can relate. Over the years, I have realized that the older I become, I less I look forward to that time of year.

So here’s to another birthday and not liking it.