01-11-2009, 06:32 PM
Twas my birthday yesterday. 23.
I hate my fucking birthdays. Nothing to do with gettng older (though perhaps in the future it will be) but for that fact that no bastard in the world seems to want to make any effort about it.
Every birthday I have is a fucking flop. On my 18th I invited about 50 people from college out around town - the majority said they were coming. 2 people turned up. On my 21st I invited about 20 people out for a meal. 2 (different) people turned up On my 12th I invited the whole school class, plus a few more to a party at my house. 5 turned up. Today, as it was my birthday yesterday, I had arranged meal out. I had asked about 15 people, 4 are away which is fine. 10 had said yes, I booked a resteraunt for 10 people. Through the day they have all gradually dropped out with one excuse or another until now there are 4 people, including me. I don't feel that I'm unpopular, just that my birthdays are.
I feel like crying and just cancelling the whole night. The resteraunt asked if it was a special occasion. 'Yes, my birthday'. Now I have to call and tell them that I don't want half the table that was booked.
I hate my fucking birthdays. Nothing to do with gettng older (though perhaps in the future it will be) but for that fact that no bastard in the world seems to want to make any effort about it.
Every birthday I have is a fucking flop. On my 18th I invited about 50 people from college out around town - the majority said they were coming. 2 people turned up. On my 21st I invited about 20 people out for a meal. 2 (different) people turned up On my 12th I invited the whole school class, plus a few more to a party at my house. 5 turned up. Today, as it was my birthday yesterday, I had arranged meal out. I had asked about 15 people, 4 are away which is fine. 10 had said yes, I booked a resteraunt for 10 people. Through the day they have all gradually dropped out with one excuse or another until now there are 4 people, including me. I don't feel that I'm unpopular, just that my birthdays are.
I feel like crying and just cancelling the whole night. The resteraunt asked if it was a special occasion. 'Yes, my birthday'. Now I have to call and tell them that I don't want half the table that was booked.