Every morning, before TODAY comes on, I watch (or rather, have it on while I get ready) an episode of Home Improvement. The other morning, it was Jill’s birthday, and Tim was scrambling around trying to figure out the perfect gift to give her and he comes up with nothing.
Per usual, he seeks advice from Wilson, who tells him that a birthday isn’t necessarily about gifts or parties, but more about the journey it took to get there.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
Each year, when this day rolls around, I get a little sad, perhaps a bit reflective. Much like on New Year’s Eve, I assume I get anxiety over another year gone by, and me, not necessarily being where I want to be, or where I thought I’d be in life.
Last year, at this time, I was dating Fratty. I was still upset over my breakup with The Ex, yet happy to have a guy to share my days with. On my birthday, Fratty showed up at my door with a bouquet of flowers behind his back, before taking me out for sushi and sake.
It was probably the sweetest birthday I’d ever had.
Over the last few weeks, change has occurred. Nothing monumental. I still live in the same boring apartment, I still work at the same annoying place, and I still do freelance for the same assholes.
But, for the first time, in a long time, I’m not talking to the ex, I don’t have a crush on anyone, I haven’t even had my phone volume on. It’s just me.
My utter disgust for the male sex has been building over the last few months, as I gather evidence for my case. But in general, something inside me snapped. I asked The Ex (weeks ago) if he knew what day my birthday was.
He didn’t, and still doesn’t, know.
I’ve never been big on celebrating my own birthday. But for someone, who supposedly loved me, and who has known me for four years, to say they don’t know when my birthday is…truly breaks my heart. It’s a level of selfishness that I just cannot understand.
This year, on my birthday, I just want to celebrate the people around me that care. It might not be a slew of people, but at least it’s real.
In other, less depressing news, I read this article the other day about Millionaire Matchmaker Patti Stanger making comments about Jennifer Aniston. Hrmm…
Now, for the most part, I like Patti and her advice…after all, I took myself on a date, didn’t I? I especially enjoy following her on Twitter, as she gives great tips. See:
- “Sometimes when the one you love pulls away, you have to give him chase space to miss you.”
- “If a man misses two weekends in a row & doesn’t ask you out, it’s time to get busy with another guy.”
- “She who asks for everything gets nothing. She who asks for nothing gets the world.”
- “She’s not a great picker—she had John Mayer. C’mon, let’s be serious.”
- “You want to have a flirty cocktail that matches your personality. Anything that says, ‘hey I’m different I’m not just a vodka soda’ kind of girl.”