I knew this one girl whose parents forgot her birthday. In fact, everyone forgot it. Her parents, her brother, her sister, her grandparents, and yes, even her friends. It was her 16th birthday and she was really looking forward to it. I suppose it would be easy to blame her sister for the whole mess, seeing as she was getting married the day after and the entire family got wrapped up in the hoopla. But she blame anyone.
Do you know what she did instead? She kept her head held high and decided to look outward for self-satisfaction. She took a foreign exchange student to her dance. She helped out a geeky classmate get over his social stigmas. And she even got the class hunk who she’d been pining for for so long. Happy birthday to her!
I think the lesson here is clear: good things come when you least expect them.
Are you people serious? Birthdays are for kids? I don’t put on a party hat and swing a pinata in my backyard either anymore (primarily because I don’t have a backyard), but y’all don’t get well-wishes and birthday dinners? Come on. A friend has three primary duties: helping you move, listening to you complain about work, and being nice to you on your birthday.
And hey, Rev, I almost forgot my brother’s birthday. Love, him, just slipped my mind. It came up because a non-birthday-related discussion about him came up. Then I was like, oh shit, birthday is coming up in a matter of days!
Closest friend used to not even speak to you? Conclusion: drama llama. Which of the two I’m speaking of has been left as an exercise for the reader. Also, happy (belated) birthday, and welcome to the boards!
This year was the first year in … forever that any of my friends did anything for my birthday. Usually I’ll get a few “happy birthday” emails, a call from my mum, and some token crap and a card or two from the wife and kids.
This year we spent my birthday weekend sans kids at a friend’s cottage. They bought a cake, sang happy birthday and gave me a bottle of scotch!
Birthdays were never an occasion when I was growing up. I never had a party and only remember going to one other party.
ETA: Anyway I think birthdays are overrated. It’s an arbitrary number based on how long it takes the Earth to orbit the Sun. Big whoopin’ deal?
My skill is that I took the 15 seconds it takes to put peoples’ birthdays in my Yahoo calendar as an annual repeating event, with a reminder sent the day before.
There are very few birthdays I remember. My mother, fathers and boyfriends. And those are the people I call. If I see my sister I will wish her a Happy Birthday or post a facebook message. And my Grandparents get Cards if I remember (except my Great Grandma I always send her one) Otherwise your shit out of luck unless your a kid and have a party or I happen to notice the reminder on facebook.
You want people to wish you a Happy Birthday throw a party.
