Now I’m not sure if any of you out there have January birthdays like me…if so maybe you can relate to this…
Basically birthdays in January suck…I don’t recall ever enjoying one…wow I sound like a misery don’t I? that’s not to say that I never do anything or get anything nice…just more often than not I sit in eating left over tins of quality streets, watching re-runs and cursing the weather.
I don’t recall any birthday before I was 7…how bad is that, I’m pretty sure I had them, possibly I blocked them from my memory and that’s where the hate started?
My 7th.(or 1st) birthday my Mum told me I was going to MacDonalds…I remember being very excited, it meant a trip into town (which I didn’t do very often) and of course a happy meal!…as my Mam walked me down to the bus stand she turned and walked into the local pub, The Wharton (Old school Coundoners will remember it before it became a house) my stomach sank…I could hear people shuffling around inside the pub…and spotted the face of Paul one of my friends at the window…it was a party, until that moment I don’t think I’d ever realised just how much I detest being the centre of attention, I felt bad for my Mam…alot of effort had gone into arranging it but I couldn’t do anything to contain my upset and cried in the corner for the duration…I never did get that happy meal.
Safe to say no more surprise parties were arranged after that, another fact that will probably make you think I’m odder than you possibly do already is that I don’t like birthday cake…never have, not sure if it’s the gordy, sticky icing or the dry sponge with what appears to be shaving foam in the centre…possibly a combination of the two I think, as a result I never got the whole getting sung too and blowing your candles out routine…this may go some way to explaining why I get uncomfortable with it when people insist on doing it at work in front of a crowded office.
What else…oh yeah January, what a miserable month to have a birthday, it’s cold, no one wants to go out and even if they did they are all penniless after Christmas. also (although I’ve not had this happen in some time) I used to get awesome presents for Christmas only to feel utterly let down as I was told…that’s for your birthday too, I understand presents are expensive and as an adult I can totally see the sense but please if you have children born late December/January…don’t do it! when you’re young you don’t hear…this cost £xxx amount…you simply hear ‘for your birthday you’re getting…nothing’.
Reading that back I can’t help but worry that I sound a tad bitter, I’m not honestly, I’m thankful I don’t get cake, and especially parties, my main issue and the one that I just can’t seem to stop is the insistence from people who think that unless I’m out celebrating I’m not having fun, If I want to go out I will…honestly, I’m not staying in to hide from the world and pretend I’m not aging…Arrrrggghhh! I’m staying in because it’s bloomin’ cold, I too am broke and I’d just much rather watch a film, eat a take away and drink wine with some good company.
First real rant of the year…that feels better.
Love, me
x

