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Friday 28 January 2005

My birthday is officially the most depressing day of the year

I was going to mention this on Monday, but to be honest I couldn't built up the motivation for anything at the start of the week (a self-fulfilling statement?)

Apparently I have the misfortune to celebrate my birthday on what is, for most other people, the most depressing day of the year (according to scientific guess work). A combination of post-Christmas blues, poor weather, time since the pre-Christmas wage advance and failing resolutions combine to create a general air of despair that peaks on the day I would want everyone to be in a party mood with me.

In short, no one gives a shit about my birthday because they're all distracted by their own post Christmas doldrums.

As a kid I would have vehemently disagreed with this statement. Mainly because it was my birthday, which created a hype and hysteria all of its own. As I've grown older birthdays have come to mean less and less. Whereas birthdays used to occupy a permanent part of your consciousness as they approached, this year, in the run up to my 33rd birthday, I frequently forgot that is was coming.

As a child, birthdays would explode like a firework as I leaped out of bed and ran into my Mum & Dad's room eager to find out how many present I had got and what they were. As an adult, the latent expectation of my inner child often bursts with the soft "phut" of a damp squib as presents are now numbered in single figures and arrive over several weeks.

I'm not saying I haven't had some excellent presents in recent years (Sharon is very good at remembering stuff I have coveted then forgotten - excellent surprise present material). It just doesn't seem to have the sense of occasion or celebration that it did 10, 15, 20 years ago.

Maybe I should have an equation of my own adding another factor B to make B(1/8W+(D-d) 3/8xTQ MxNA) where B is the disappointment and depression caused by becoming yet another year older divided by the sense of occasion that you may or may not manage to create in your birthday celebrations.

January 28, 2005 12:27 PM | Stuff of Interest


awwwwwwwwwww Happy Belated Birthday!!

I hear you! My birthday is January 1st and EVERYONE is hungover, sick of parties, broke etc. It's not worth having a birthday till after mid-February I reckon.

Happy belated birthday!

Sharon's birthday is on 1 January too. She hates it cus no-one ever wants to part on her birthday.

I hear you mate. My birthday is Dec. 29th. Most people forget its here and the ones that do remember ask me out to help them move or finish a bit of yardwork. More like a work day than a birthday.

Ross said on January 17, 2006 8:08 PM:

Its my birthday today. First I forgot and then I pretty much kept it a secret. No ones in a party mood this time of year and financially they're all christmassed out, so I'm moving it to June - f*ck it, I get two birthdays this year and one of them is going to be fun.

adam ellis said on March 19, 2006 4:45 AM:

i totally understand . ,y birthday way past xmas but principles still there its my 21 in two days and all the ppl i have invited out cancelled on me last year same thing happened infact the only decent birthday i have ever had was my 18 and i went away wit my brother and his mates NOT MINE my birthdays have always sucked huge shit crack

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