Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that people who have the most live the longest!

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you have 77 comments ... so dont know if you will get this far ... but felt the need to write still.... having celelbrated my own 27th last week and all.

Its so silly this birthday nonsense.

I mean you know its just one day, you know youre older so it doesnt/(shouldnt) matter, you know your friends and family love you either way, and its no longer like back in highschool when they didnt have the pressure of work and busy lives etc. and a barrage of people had nothing better to do than to go out of their way makes you feel all warm and fuzzy and special.

Call it hallmark/hollywood/bollywood brainwashing ...we just expect it all and more!

theBoy is a loving caring husbby who is crazy abt me, but try as he will, the poor thing will just never live up to the expectations i have of being made to 'feel all warm and fuzzy and special' (special means retarded).

I dont know what it is but the crazy expectations of mine (ours) just dont align with the way 'theBoy's are programmed to think abt such occasions...(i mention this because such occasions bring the most pressure on them).

so what i think is that its just that as we get older we just tend to lean towards insecurity and attempt to grab at remenants of a semblance of a feeling of togetherness that we once (at a younger more naive age) felt on such occasions.

And we just have to face it.... its just aint gonna to happen anymore alice!

So hello birthday, fuck you for making me older birthday, and goodbye birthday.

:)