I hate birthday people. The Insta-story reposters and 3-day-birthday-weekenders who go out of their way to make sure that everyone knows that they’re still alive. God-forbid they realize that most of us don’t care. I know I sound like a curmudgeon, the Scrooge of birthdays, running around and ruining everyone’s joy even though it costs me nothing to allow them to have it. But, to be clear, it’s not that I don’t want people to do what makes them happy. I just don’t like being expected to change my behavior to make up for whatever it is that they lack.
My mom always made a big deal about birthdays. When I graduated from Berkeley I spent a year becoming The Birthday Princess. I did parties for kids of all ages. The Washington Post wanted to interview me the week I was returning to California. I still like to send out a fun, funny, or crisp picture to those I like on FB on their days. I enjoy your humor! Can't wait to read more YOU!
The way you described Cheryl was perfect. I could picture her exactly. She reminds me of the sort of person who has slightly smeared lipstick or a piece of lettuce in their teeth that is incredibly distracting as you try to listen to their self-absorbed story.
Uggghhhhh your writing is soooo good. That bit where you’re definitely not thinking about the same thing as Cheryl had me in stitches
My mom always made a big deal about birthdays. When I graduated from Berkeley I spent a year becoming The Birthday Princess. I did parties for kids of all ages. The Washington Post wanted to interview me the week I was returning to California. I still like to send out a fun, funny, or crisp picture to those I like on FB on their days. I enjoy your humor! Can't wait to read more YOU!
The way you described Cheryl was perfect. I could picture her exactly. She reminds me of the sort of person who has slightly smeared lipstick or a piece of lettuce in their teeth that is incredibly distracting as you try to listen to their self-absorbed story.