My birthday was last week. Thankfully no one tried to throw me a surprise party. Just so everyone knows, I hate them. I hate being subject to them. I hate organizing them. If you want to do one, do it without me. I'm not a fan of having parties for myself in the first place. Making it a surprise party for me means you won't be my friend. Seriously.
See, I just don't get it. You spend all this time and effort to make a person feel like no one cares to throw them a party. Then you yell
Psych! What does this do? Bringing me down before lifting me up? Puh-lease. Two or three weeks of
no one cares is made up by 30 seconds of
surprise! I think not. Leave me out.
I should shut up before I ramble on the subject of birthdays. For now, let's just say I don't agree with the prevailing culture towards people's birthdays, especially mine.