Birthdays.

I'm so conflicted about these.
On the one hand- it's just simply nice.
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I'm sure there are more reasons, that will hopefully be coming soon...


Why I don't like them:
They're awkward. Unpleasantly, uneasily, awkwardly awkward.
I get the requisite phone calls (from across the world, three or four countries, actually). I do not like phone calls; I mentioned it earlier. I severely dislike phone calls, because THEY ANNOY ME. I am painfully awkward over the phone, and when it's a giant mass happy birthday whoo call, I freeze a little and stammer thanks and all that stuff.

I get the cards, mailed in from again, all over the world. They are all always generic, with a signature and maybe a little message. Oh, wait- sometimes it's not even a card. I got an EMAIL as a happy birthday wish. Not an e-card, either, which might have been remotely close to passable. I got a lovely three-line email, signed 'The ------ family'. I thought it was a little substandard...but who am I to be vaguely affronted?

Cake-cutting. Let me just say it again. Cake-cutting.
:sigh:
Again, how must I put it...it's awkward. People sing (and 99 times out of 10 [quoting a teacher of mine!] they're out of tune, offkey, or both), you stand and smile and pose for the cameras (because there have to be cameras), and if you haven't picked out the cake yourself, it won't be to your taste.

I know this for a fact, since mine is today :]
I had a horridly surprising yet well-meaning surprise cake-cutting on Saturday with a picnic of family friends and- hold on. Wait.



Never mind. I like birthdays.