I’ve never been overly fond of Birthdays. Well, my own Birthday at any rate. It’s not that I don’t regret my birth or any some such nonsense but just the fact that there is some sort of social pressure to push the celebration onto a person. Not celebrating can make you seem like a grim kind of individual when some of us may not be anything like that what so ever! I don’t like the whole gift giving part of it, especially when I’m getting unusual gifts from friends or people who don’t really know me. It is a very awkward experience to have to try and accept a gift you may not like at all. Sure, being honest is typically the best route but people take rejection, especially when it’s a gift, very poorly! We’re often very over reactive when it comes to being rejected for any reason at all!
So I’ve always done my best to accept presents in the same manner that they were given to me. Yet, why should we go through this whole dog and pony show and just stick with some kind of normal day affair? Why not spend the day with me go out and make some memories rather than try to find some meaning in the swapping of material goods. It’s uncomfortable! Memories, more than anything, are going to be what are precious to us when we’re older and while we can look at items from our past fondly, they are usually tied to a good memory from that time. The possessions we truly value become like totems from a different time. That’s what I really want more than anything else; a powerful memory of an awesome birthday spent with good friends and family. I don’t care about presents or anything of that nature.