Why is it that whenever my birthday gets celebrated, somebody, somehow, somewhere, gets offended?
Last year, a few people were pissed because some apparently 'unwanted' guests showed up during celebrations.. This year, someone got angry for not being properly invited to supposedly 'surprise' me.. And now I've learned that some 'birthday strike' is going on..
Honestly, I don't really get it.. But then again I'm lucky to be blessed with great friends who've never failed to make every February 22 of my life wonderful :) So that probably makes me the last person on Earth who's able to empathize in these situations..
Through the way a person views his or her own birthday to the way it gets celebrated, I've come to the conclusion that you can really see people's true colours on that particular day.. It's not my place to judge what actions are right or wrong, but just to take them as they are.. Some people like a quiet celebration with their own close friends.. Some people like having huge 'surprise' bashes.. Some people like having presents.. Some people don't care whether they get presents or not.. Some people get offended when they want a huge bash but get a quiet celebration instead.. And some people get offended when they don't get presents when they actually do care.. I don't think all of these are wrong.. It's basically a matter of opinion.. Although I may not agree with some of these opinions, but to each his own..
I think people don't realize that celebrating birthdays in this college is serious business.. Because we're in such a close-knit community, we sort of come to expect at least someone to treat us like royalty for a day.. Deep down, we appreciate all the surprises, presents, cakes and eggs (or soap water) thrown at us, because it makes us feel remembered.. And I can bet that almost everyone in this college would say they wouldn't mind not getting anything for their birthdays or having no parties.. But in reality it sucks.. I know that I'd like at least someone to do something special for my birthday, hence the birthday ticker timer that used to adorn my blog :P
Because if I'm forgotten on my own birthday, when else will I ever be remembered?
Oh and my mom says that on birthdays, we're supposed to celebrate our mothers who went through hours of labour pain and/or C-sections just to give birth to you.. OK, I promise to give you a share of my birthday presents, Mama..
Errmm, how about 10 percent? :P
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NHA at 4:27 PM ::
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