Why I hate my birthday, and what I’ve learned the last 41 years
“Experience and treachery beat youth and vigor every time.” - My Dad
41 years ago this morning, I squeezed my way into the world.
Just goes to show you, babies are dumb.
No, it isn’t a happy birthday for a variety of reasons, some I can talk about, some I can’t. As you would expect, the reasons I can’t talk about are infinitely more interesting that the reasons I can. Such is life. Don’t worry, you’ll learn to live with the disappointment.
Reason #1 it is not a happy birthday: I am profoundly underemployed. No, really.
Reason #2 it is not a happy birthday: Google is run by Satan.
Remarkably, I’ve learned a lesson or two about human behavior in the last 41 yrs. But, for some reason, God wants to keep drilling those lessons into me.
Lesson #1 about human behavior: The more you love someone, the harder it is to forgive them for the “bad stuff”. Don’t believe that crap about ‘love conquering all’. Loving someone means making yourself vulnerable to them, which means trusting them, so when those you trust the most hurt you, it’s pretty tough to make the journey back.
Lesson #2 about human behavior: You don’t need to take an extra deviled egg at a picnic. No one ever eats the last deviled egg. It will still be there when you’re ready for it.
That’s wisdom, right there.
I’m sure you’re all scrambling to get me presents. Don’t worry, just click the “Share This” button below, then give me the Stumble, Digg, Furls, etc. -love of your choice. All I need is 15 seconds of your time. Thanks so much.
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3 Comments on Why I hate my birthday, and what I’ve learned the last 41 years
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Connie on
Wed, 21st Nov 2007 3:18 am
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Mr. Fabulous on
Wed, 21st Nov 2007 8:15 pm
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sad to say on
Mon, 7th Jan 2008 12:42 am
Cheer up at least you’re able to blog about your birthday. Think of those poor blogless children in Timbuktu who don’t even have a blog template to post on.
Happy Birthday!
Happy belated birthday!
It could be worse. You could be me 
I totally agree with Lesson #1 (and probably will with Lesson #2 as well, once I understand it XD) because today, I am in this situation…my friends are not in the habit of calling, which is fine. BUT they send emails…and today my inbox has been flooded with emails about stupid f*king sports, about which i do not give a f*k, and not even ONE birthday wish has been directed to me. Some people call this selfish, but I fail to see how…is it selfish to expect friends to send you an exclusive (but free) email, ONCE A YEAR? You’re right, I thought I would forgive them…but I can’t. I really can’t. I forgiven them many-a-time for stuff, but I’ve also given them GREAT gifts. But no more of that…I’m not giving them any more presents that are thoughtful and warm, ‘cos I’m not wasting my money on people who couldn’t give a shit. That’s right. Sorry for sounding so bitter, but it comes with the forgetfulness (or indifference) that your friends display. Reading this, and responding to it, makes me feel a lot better…thanks 
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