July 11, 2010


as far as i’m concerned, next sunday is not my birthday.

no birthday for me this year. nopers.

every year since i was about 12 my birthday has been sad, lonely, and exhausting. i’m always in tears at the end of the day. none of my friends are around, because its summer. Before facebook, most people forgot about it.

i used to ask my mom for a surprise party, but, as she would always so aptly point out, if i asked for one, its wasn’t a surprise. so every year after i stopped asking, i would dream that someone would plan one. but that never happened. so hopes dashed, i would sit around totally disappointed. then there would be a “small” get together on my mom’s side of the family, which would turn into another family drama. like all of our gatherings are.

i am done with being sad, i am done with being disappointed, and i am done with complaining about it.

so in order to ensure i have a nice birthday im going to pretend its not my birthday. im going to sit myself down at the beach with my i-pod, and a good book. i am going to stay on that beach from 5am, to watch the sunrise, until 12 am. then i am going to shuffle back to the house in the dark and go to sleep. unless i’m home on my birthday. then im going to do the same thing, only at prospect park in a field. 

then the day after i am going to go about my day business as usual. 

and that will (hopefully) be really nice.


See Post tags #birthday #july 18th #NOPE.