Maybe birthdays don't matter to some people, but they always have to me. They kind of bring about that same feeling of excited expectation that I get around Christmas, except a birthday is all about me, not Jesus or Santa. And it's not like birthdays are just a scorecard to keep track of who sends a gift or a happy birthday message, but sometimes it's just painfully obvious which people either don't care or don't know, even though they probably should.
Maybe I feel this way because I've always tried hard to keep track of my friends' special days, and when mine comes and goes without the slighest mention from people I see every week, it feels a little painful, I guess. I don't blame forgetful/careless people, but I just think that if you truly know someone, you know their birthday. And if you don't truly know someone, but you know their birthday anyway, that makes you extra special.
So, if you wished me a happy birthday in some form or another yesterday, just know that it was appreciated, and it made my day a good one. If you forgot...well, there's always next year!
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I once knew someone who refused to wish people "happy birthday." everyone surrounding the person would say "happy birthday," and she wouldn't. once someone said, "it's k's birthday," and she just looked at that person and said, "I know." What the hell? I just thought that was the strangest act I've ever witnessed.
the man i work for did something like what kokanut said ... GRB said something or other to the effect that it was my birthday and then turned around and walked back into his office ... couldn't even say "happy birthday" to me ... the lady with which i work was just as amazed as i was ... go figure!
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