My 21rst I had a toothache, so instead of hanging out with my friends at one of the local bars, I was forced to lay on the couch with an icepack on my cheek (which was swollen as fuck, so I looked like a lop-sided chipmunk)
On the plus side, I did get some pretty sweet painkillers. So it wasn’t a total loss.
Several birthdays forgotten.
Several “Well, pick your birthday gift for yourself later” forgotten.
37th birthday, had ordered myself a Monty Python cake from the local grocery store and picked up supplies to make myself a nice dinner. The day before, husband at the time (who was on the transplant list) decided to screw around with his meds while overdoing it outside in the garage while I was at work, so of course he ended up not just having to be transported to the local hospital in an ambulance, but then transported to the bigger hospital with his transplant team to be admitted to the MICU. I caught up with him at the local hospital, while they were debating whether he needed to be intubated prior to his second transport.
I spent my birthday mostly in the MICU waiting room, able to go into his room for ten minutes every four hours, and most of that time was spent taking notes on additions to his will, when he could muster up the energy to talk.
A friend picked up my cake, which I got from her two days later and put into my freezer. I never actually did get to eat it.
I’ve never had a birthday party. I guess the year I forgot my own birthday would qualify as the worst.
Birthdays have been just another day for so long that I don’t think I could tell you whether an event happened on my birthday or not. I think the last time anything was “done” for my birthday was in high school, some 30+ years ago when my mother baked me a pie.
Do most people still make a fuss about birthdays, other than for young children?
I’m the day after Christmas, so I also got the presents wrapped in Christmas paper, the same for one of my sisters, her birthday is the 30th. I have to hand it to my parents though they never cheated us and they were raising five kids on one check, I can’t imagine that was easy. What kills me now is, I am 52 and people are so caught up in the holidays, they will see me and completely forget. Then a week or so later I’ll get call and texts how sorry they are and so on. Honestly, I really don’t care. I love having a day to just chill for my birthday, it’s one thing I enjoy and at my age I don’t expect people falling all over themselves about it.
Two birthdays ago, my wife completely forgot about it until about 1pm when she called me all “OMG I’m so sorry I forgot…” She sounded much more upset about it than I was.
Last birthday, she also forgot until the afternoon which was a little more disheartening since I would have thought the previous year would have been a “Won’t let that happen again” sort of thing.
I’ve gotten over it (it wasn’t all that big a deal and she made up for it) but, c’mon… get your stuff together 
We don’t make a huge deal out of birthdays but there’s a couple gifts involved, maybe dinner and a general “Let me take care of that, it’s your birthday” attitude for the day or weekend.
Edit: I forgot about one year when I was maybe 13 or 14. My mom bought a pie for my birthday but I was sick and couldn’t eat dinner, much less pie. The next day I was feeling better and went to the fridge… and my mother and/or sister had eaten all the pie. I didn’t let them live that down for decades though. It was my go-to guilt card – the gift that keeps giving!
I’m happy to report I was wrong! (Like that’s a shocker! 
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This year was pretty good. Went skiing with fantastic conditions, all the lift crews made a big deal about it, had a good drive back and forth and a good dinner.
Not the worst by any means!
You’re lucky. I wish I never had a birthday. Mine is around Thanksgiving and my non-immediate family is very religious so every year my birthday gets celebrated on Thanksgiving and my family berates me for trying to steal the praise and the glory away from the pilgrims and that it would have been better if I had never been born at all. They hurl insults at me like, “You’re just a little silhouetto of a man.” And they call me names like, “Scaramouche”, and they beat me with a fandango.
My parents divorced when I was like three years old. I lived with my mom, my father was nonexistent in my life.
Anyway, my mom forgot my 18th birthday. She remembered a week later, and took me to buy some comic books… but it really stung that she’d forgotten it, since I didn’t have anyone else.
And then three months later, she died of a sudden heart attack.
So, yeah, that was the worst.
FYI folks, part of the reason the OP was banned was because we lobbied that he was a scammer. He started threads like “who was your favorite teacher?” “Where were you born?” and this one, which lots of people have replied with their exact birthdays. If you tell me your birthday is Valentines Day or you were born the same day JFK died, etc, I now have your birthday and possibly birth year. His username was flagged on other forums for possible phishing.
IMO, his threads should have been cornfielded.
The user who posted after you…very, very frightening!