Those God-Forsaken Birthday Wishes

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"They arrive at my door with a look of glee on their faces. I roll my eyes at them, wondering how they can be so excited when it’s not their birthday."

Submitted: May 20, 2009

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I hate my friends sometimes. Well, maybe hate is a strong word. I despise them sometimes.

 

And those times, are at times like these. Where they insist on taking me out on my birthday, knowing full well I’d rather be at home, preferably on my own, celebrating another fucking wasted year.

 

I’ve never liked my birthday, not even when I was young. It probably comes from the harbouring memories of arguments between family, almost always ending in some form of violence and me hiding away in my room, headphones on, listening to music to drown out the painful sound of my mothers crying.

 

Thankfully my parents split up when I was eleven. The age they told me that I should understand that they couldn’t stay together for my happiness. And I did understand. Because honestly, it wasn’t making me happy. They should never have been together. People are supposed to fit, like a jigsaw puzzle, you know? And their pieces didn’t fit, no matter how many times you tried to make them fit together, there would always be that uncomfortable gap that was saddening to look at, the gap you oh-so wanted to fix, but couldn’t no matter how many times you tried.

 

I suppose that’s why I’m kind of opposed to love now. I can’t let myself fall for anyone, because it scares me what I’ll become. But, at the same time, I don’t want to become one of those sad old people who let the one they love get away, because of fear. Sometimes I think I’d rather be scared and take a chance, than to let chances pass me by, like when you see money on the floor, and you leave it, just because you don’t know where it’s been. Ok, that was a bad example. But you know what I mean. Taking chances is so not me, I’m the one that sits back at lets the world pass them by, in the hope that everything will all fit into place one day, by itself, with no coaxing at all. But in my heart of hearts, I know things will never work out that way. And one day I will have to take that bold chance and leap into something new and unknown to me, just for the hope that it may work and I can be truly happy.

 

Enough of my useless deep inner thoughts now, I’m here to talk about my stupid friends, and how they make me do things I really don’t want to.

 

You see, it’s my twenty first birthday today. And as I pre-mentioned, my wonderful (yeah, right) friends, are dragging me out to a restaurant. And I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but, I really hate going to places where there will be shed loads of kids shouting, and countless couples sharing food. I’ve never understood the whole sharing food thing, its kind of disgusting really. Anyway. So they’re taking my to TGI Fridays, which, if you haven’t heard of before, is a true cheesy American style joint, where the slogan is ‘here, its always a Friday’ so, they instantly gain a hundred lame points. And I don’t think I’ve mentioned already, I really kind of hate burgers and all that jazz. But I can’t tell my friends this of course, because they’re all so excited about taking me out. Its all a bit of a disaster waiting to happen really.

 

They arrive at my door with a look of glee on their faces. I roll my eyes at them, wondering how they can be so excited when it’s not their birthday.


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