I’ve never understood when people act like their birthday is just any other day. I know there are lots of people who do this. I have good friends and close family members that would prefer to actually not celebrate their own birthday. I accept it. I guess I just don’t understand it. The funny thing is, I was there once too. My thoughts on why birthdays matter.
I shared with you recently in a post, that eighteen years ago my Grandma (Granny) Alice passed away just days before my eighteenth birthday. I withdrew. I wanted nothing to do with my stupid birthday. I vividly remember using that exact phrase. Stupid birthday. I was a teen then, not yet an adult. I hated rules, adults and uncontrollable events. I loved talking on my phone (one that plugged into the wall), sneaking out of the house to parties and listening to Notorious B.I.G.
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