C.E.L.E.B.R.A.T.E.
Posted on December 11th, 2007 | by admin |I’m one of the few who hates re-scheduling birthdays. Of course, you can’t avoid it especially when you want people to attend your parties. So most often than not, we hold our parties on weekends, sometimes even a few weeks before or after the birth date just to accommodate everyone. The thing is, when you grow up, and I mean dead-end-job-dreams-unmet kind of grow up, birthdays can suck big time. It’s that time where you think about what went wrong with your life, what you’re doing/wasting, where you’re going with your career, when you’re going to meet the one, when you will ever have a break. It’s that one day a year when you should be celebrating the day you were born and yet somehow always ends up wallowing in self-pity.
Hence, my stand on celebrating birthdays the exact date regardless if it’s flooding, your other friend can’t make it, the venue is fully booked, still a few days away from payday, etc. Just go out and be merry even if you are penniless, sick, tired, wet. Eat something special, drink to your heart’s content, have a laugh with friends who made it to your party. Because then you’ll have something to look forward to on your big day. Even if you think about all those years you’ve wasted on your job, at the end of the day, you’d know there will be booze, food, laughter, friends, pets, someone, anyone. Whereas if you celebrate the day before your birthday, the fun and excitement are gone by the time your real birthday arrives. All that’s left is plenty of time to think about sad things, which really sucks and downright depressing. Birthdays are special. We just take it for granted because it happens every year, to anyone, anywhere. But if you think about it, whether 30 or 40 years ago, something magical happened when you came out of your mother’s womb. That alone is pretty amazing. It doesn’t deserve to be re-scheduled.
