I dont mind celebrations
What I hate is people who think that having a bday means that the emancipation proclamation was repealed on that day just for them
My birthday just passed - we usually go see whatever summer blockbuster has recently come out. It was Guardians of the Galaxy this year! Good stuff.
If you want, I can invite you next year. I’ll even pay for your ticket if it will soothe your fevered brow.
But you’re on your own for popcorn, man.
Right, then. Note to self, take R. P. off the invite list…
Don’t want your Bday celebrated? Cool, no problem.
Don’t want me to celebrate my Bday? Pound salt! I do what I like!
Can’t let any human celebrate a birthday, any time, any way, any where, without your black cloud of negativity and unpleasantness? Grow up! No one wants to hear it and no one cares! Just go sit in your office and be sad, and keep your childish opinions to your own blackhearted self!
Let’s all give a nice :golf clap: for R. P. McMurphy, and may no one every wish him a happy birthday ever, the curmudgeon that he is.
I get it. I don’t really make a big deal out of my own birthday. But, I fully understand that others having those annual ritual celebrations find them fun, more of just a reason to go out celebrate with friends, etc. I personally don’t know anyone beyond the age of 12 that continues to think of their birthday as a gift grab, but just a time to spend with friends.
Sorry that someone would think of you as a friend. 
My birthday’s the one night of the year when I get to pick the restaurant. Funny how it’s always ribs… and I take a handful of friends along and buy them lots of microbrews.
So, I like the idea of a day where you get to call the shots. Maybe assign another day for that: “Don’t forget, hon, tomorrow’s St. Swithin’s Day – we’re hitting the comic book store, seeing Guardians 2 with a big barrel of popcorn with real butter, then hitting four different restaurants for desserts.”
We get pizza at work when someone has a birthday. Works for me!
I can see not caring about your own birthday but open hostility towards others’ seems petty and weird. The fact that everyone gets one is what makes them good – you’ll get yours this day, I’ll get mine on that day. They’re both special and mundane at the same time.
I know just what to get you for your birthday! Exclamation points!!! You seem very fond of them! And you use them so often, I’m afraid you’ll run out!!!
We should all chip in and get R.P. this book for his birthday.
And maybe a lovely framed piece of art.
My birthday means I get cake. Cake is good. QED: Birthdays are good.
My wife’s siblings and spouses all got together for a full weekend to celebrate each of our 50th b-days, with activities tailored to the birthday celebrant but planned by someone else. Now as we approach our 60th birthdays we’ll continue the tradition, although this time the person celebrating gets to plan things.
I love a good birthday celebration.
You sound a little mad.
Are you mad…
Bro?
I did find that amusing.
The good folks at *Hallmark * are not amused by this thread, I wager.
Hitler had a Birthday. If you celebrate a Birthday then you are praising Hitler and want to be just like Hitler. Everyone who has a Birthday should probably be killed just so we don’t end up with a world of Hitlers.
Suddenly, I have the song, “A Very Merry Unbirthday to You!” is running through my head. Thanks, R. P. for giving me THAT earworm for my unbirthday!
I like celebrating birthdays. Any excuse to have a little fun, hang out with friends or family, eat cake or a favorite meal is ok by me.
Same here. I could not be more on board with this pitting.
I have (had) a friend on Facebook who starts talking about her birthday at least a month before the date. This past birthday, my feed was filled with posts such as:
“Countdown to my birthday, a celebration of ME!! Woooohooo!!”
“How do you make sure that your birthday shows up on other people’s Facebook feeds?”
“It will be my birthday in 43 hours, I can’t wait for my special day!!”
I also got to witness her posts to various establishments in her local area asking if they did anything special for people’s birthdays.
BLECH. Douche Chills.
I gave up celebrating birthdays five years ago, when I replaced the concept with the Birthweek. Celebratory Craziness for seven days, debauchery and more. EeeeeHaaaaw!!!
Screw that, I’m turning 50 this year, and I’m having a damn party!
BBQ, a band, fireworks, guns, fire trucks, a bouncy castle, donkey rides, and beer.