Truth be told, I don’t like my birthday very much.
I mean, the date is fine – February 25th. Precariously close to being a leap year baby, but other than that – totally reasonable.
It’s more that I find the ordeal of actually having a birthday to be quite stressful. Everyone wants/expects you to be so happy(!) and joyous(!) and high on life(!) and so you feel this intense pressure not to disappoint. You do the things that people think you should be doing to celebrate even if they’re not what you want to be doing…which really is just for it to be a totally normal day.
But with cake at the end.
Is that really so much to ask for?











