Tomorrow, Sunday, is my twentieth birthday. I am not excited.
I have a weird relationship to my birthday, which is strange because I am usually an excitable person (particularly about others’ birthdays, and, well, holidays in general). But when it comes to my birthday, I stress out. I become “mushy birthday girl.”
It’s just too much pressure. It’s a similar deal to the expectations of having fun during the summer or going out on a Friday night. I always end up disappointed when the real thing isn’t as good as the fantasy, or when I just end up staying in the whole time and doing nothing. And, on the day of your birthday, it’s like everyone who hasn’t spoken to you in months feels the need to remind you of their existence. I simultaneously like the attention and despise how it makes me feel so narcissistic.
I’m not special. So why spend a whole day celebrating the random act of my birth? (My mother would vehemently disagree, so much so that I’m expecting a call from her after she reads this with a lot of angrily relayed yet ego-boosting mom-compliments.)
But this year, I decided to say, “Screw that!” to all of that negative birthday self-talk and come up with a few creative ways to really celebrate me. Themes are overdone; who really needs a luau, disco, or carnival party to ring in being one year older? If your birthday gets you down every year, try one of these disappointment-proof ideas and celebrate the wacky and wonderful individual that you are.
Student. Writer. Everything-o-phile.