Time for a little bitching session by me, I mean no one reads this anymore so bleh.

Anyways, what was I going on about? Oh yeah birthdays! You know those people, you see like on their Facebook wall they’ll have about a googleplex of “Happy birthday! Have an awesome day!” Etcetera etcetera… we know that most of the time they’re posted because FB reminds everyone that your birthdays on that day right? So everyone feels obligated to post and I don’t blame them, I’m one of those that feel obligated to post.

Then you hear about those people who get about a trillion texts at 12:01AM going, “OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY~ =D Lols you are 50 now!” yeah you know those kinda people; you’re probably one that gets about a bajillion texts aswell right? Right.

Onto my main point. I’m not one of those people. . . I just remember I went through a pretty crappy time in my life around my birthday, won’t say why but I did. I remember I was like, baha it’s my birthday in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. BAM, went to sleep, secretly hoping to be woken by a suprise birthday text that puts a smile on anyones face. I’ll tell you this, I got none I think, I got a few the next morning which I appreciate. Come to think of it, I probably got more texts then Facebook birthday messages but still, I know bitchy right? But, you want to feel appreciated on your birthday yeah? I didn’t, by a few people of course.

Oh and you know those people who have about 50 people pitching in buying a super awesome present for them, I didn’t have one of em’ either. Probably because I didn’t hold a party for everyone where I would (Self-centred right?) spend hundreds of dollars so everyone else could have a tonne of fun. I didn’t actually get a happy birthday from my best friend . . .

Presents, materialistic I know don’t worry. I got a few yeah, an awesome watch which I appreciate to no bounds from a long time mate who I thought and still think I’m losing/lost. A bracelet from someone I’ve drifted from long before my birthday and a necklace from somewhere who normally sucks at getting presents that mean something. But honestly, I felt that I’d pressured them into buying me a present and I apologise for that.

Overall though, this year. . . I probably had the shittiest birthday experience ever. Because I didn’t throw a big party for everyone, they forgot. . . because sometimes no matter how much you chip in for everyone else, they don’t give a damn. I get told by my brother “Oh why don’t you ever get presents when you chip in for everyone else?” I go, ah they probably just I dunno were all broke all something and smile.

But there’s a point where you can’t smile anymore, where you just go “well fudge, no one gives a fudge about me do they?”. Again, I know I sound like a bitch of a materialistic bastard, but you know, a facebook happy birthday isn’t hard to do nowadays.

Bitching over, happy birthday to whoevers birthday it is today. . .