So far, I must said that this year's birthday is the worst of the lifetime.
Have you ever wondered, sometimes, that people are spending their time for you to celebrate your birthday, or you are the one that's spending your time for them?
I do wonder now.
When I'm younger, I used to think that people celebrate my birthday doing the things they like to do, instead of what I like to do. And now, after grown up, I still end up having the same thinking.
Birthday celebration is meaningless if the birthday girl or boy is unhappy. What's the point of celebrating, when the lead is not feeling joyous about it.
Make me feel that I would rather spend the day myself, sitting on the couch, drinking my favourite drink, enjoying the slow moments of the day, occasionally replying birthday wishes.
What would make your birthday, your worst nightmare, is that as if you are to suit others' schedule of their so-called "celebration" for you. If it's "my" day, then why the heck, you can't follow "my" schedule.
Now, seems like I'm the sinner that ruin my own birthday, just because the so-called schedule is off track, and I'm the one making everyone miserable.
Jeez, if so, then stop celebrating for me. I celebrate for myself. It's supposed to be my day anyway. Why should I be the one who's feeling sad and miserable because of you guys. You guys weren't even there when I'm born.
