As I’ve gotten older, holidays have lost their excitement including celebrating birthdays. Before, it was all about what I wanted on my birthday cake or what Barbie doll I wanted as a gift; now it seems the only question posed is “what do you plan on doing next in your life since you’re an adult,” as if it’s some kind of race to see who can reach the top first. My twenty first birthday was nothing spectacular; there was no alcohol or big party to celebrate like one would expect on their huge “I’m 21″ birthday, and I, for the most part, was fine with that - after all what is a person who doesn’t drink in the first place going to do with tons of alcohol? However, my 22nd birthday (which was yesterday) was an even bigger disappointment.

I’m not someone who asks for much and I rarely ask for help especially when it comes to needing or wanting something because I rather get it or do it on my own. The same goes for birthdays; I don’t care to have huge parties or lots of people around because I’ve never been one to want tons of attention or be the the center of things, however, when it comes to big celebrations like graduating from high school or when I graduate from college, I would expect a lot more. These days I don’t ask for anything for birthdays but I do expect happy birthdays from the people that are suppose to care the most and I can’t even get that from my dad and that hurts. Apparently, he talked to my mom earlier in the day and asked what we would be doing for my birthday, so it isn’t like he forgot…but he never called. My mom told me happy birthday but I guess I expected at least a card from her, and Alan - I had to call him at 3/4pm yesterday because he was still SLEEPING just to hear him say happy birthday.

It’s just disappointing when you feel like you go out of your way to make sure someone knows you know it’s their birthday and yet others can’t do the same for you. I don’t ask for much and what I do ask for are very simple, little things that one would almost assume would be a given from anyone. This is why, sometimes, I wonder why I care so much when in the end, I feel like I care for nothing and it makes me sad no matter how hard I try to not let it bother me.

Tags: Alan, Birthday, Dad, Family, Mom

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