BIRTHDAYS. What are they for? To celebrate the day you were born? To remind you that your friends on Facebook arn't actually your real friends? Not expecting, but hoping that someone who isn't your mother will congratulate you and remember that today is YOUR day. Trying not to sound bitter is, in this case, very hard. I'm not bitter though it might seem so, I just don't see the point in birthdays. No one really cares expect your mother and you until you turn like 20, but after that point no one cares, no one wants to get older and many of your friends and acquaintances will have children of their own and therefor they will not have room for you and your birthday in their calendar.
Who hasn't been envious of those gorgeous girls on Instagram who through huge lavish parties, wear sparkly designer pieces of art, drink the finest champagne and cut slices of what appears to be the most beautiful cake in the world? We've all seen them. But honestly, I'm not even close to being jealous. As fun and amazing those Gatsby-like parties seem, it's not what I would like on my birthday (if it was celebrated at all, which I don't see the point in).
I personally don't like being in the center of attention, perhaps that's why I don't like celebrating my own birthday? Something changed inside me when I was younger, I went from loving my birthday to absolutely hating it, especially having to celebrate it, receive gifts, say thank you, look like I appreciate it and smile to all the guests and family invited, when really I just wanted to go to my room and not be in the spotlight.
It's so hard to explain but I'm sure I'm not alone. I don't have anything against the birthday itself, it's just the celebrating-part. I don't know, I'm just rambling.