I find myself in the very unusual position of not only having a day off, infact two days off consecutively, but I'm also off on my birthday!
Generally I do not celebrate my own birthday, probably due to the fact that as a kid my birthday fell during the summer holidays, so was never able to invite anyone so ended up not having parties.
This kept going into adulthood where they would pass by unnoticed as the years rolled on.
Milestone birthdays came and went with no fanfares, the last one being my 40th where I took myself off to West Bay and had fish and chips. I hadn't met "M" then so I was keeping myself company.
This year is no different, a quiet night in, tuna steaks on the menu with a couple of beers. The sun is shining and it looks like it will be another warm day and evening. A perfect evening with "M".
We are off to Ireland in a weeks time to celebrate "M"s brother's 50th birthday. Lots of family travelling over from the mainland and he is holding it in a pub, so no doubt it will be packed with friends! Really looking forward to it.
I don't have a problem with other peoples birthdays, just mine!
I guess because I do not celebrate my own birthday, I have serious problems remembering others, parents and sisters, nephews, nieces and friends often get forgotten, ok, I lie, always forgotten!. Not intentionally, they just do not play a part of my way of thinking.
Over the years, have I got any wiser? Probably not. I've become more cynical and far less trusting which is not a good trait to have. However I worry less than I use to.
Maybe I will surprise everyone one year and hold a big party! Or maybe not..........