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I know electronic communication is not typically the best way to address conflict, but, as a writer, I felt it was my best opportunity to clearly articulate my thoughts and concerns.
So I sat down with my laptop to retaliate—I mean, reply.
You can mourn the invisible, yearn for feelings you’ve never felt. With no stopgap to make a dreadful year bearable, some years can be just 51 weeks of filler and then EVERYTHING happens in eight days, with my birthday, Christmas and New Year pummelling me mercilessly before leaving me dejected and bruised, facing January alone. As my birthday happens when people are away working on their holiday weight, it’s generally forgotten I have them, ergo I don’t age.
They say you never miss what you’ve never had, but that is NONSENSE. A day I can never be where I’d like to be, celebrating it how I’d like. I’m saved the embarrassment of people accepting invitations then not materialising.
Usually they described troubled relationships with their parents.) I think bitter women tend to avoid dating, they don't need sex and the bitterness swamps the need for emotional connection. The greater danger is jaded women, who have had way too much cock, been pumped and dumped and treated bad by Chad.
They are numb, distant, unable to function normally and have an authentic connection with. They realize being a strong independent woman, killed their soul.
Presents are bought and you’re showered with cards, right? Having a birthday at Christmas has ruined the idea of receiving gifts. I didn’t want presents in particular, or anything expensive; it just would have been nice to have it acknowledged that my birthday and Christmas were, ARE, two separate events. I think I’ll leave all the adoration and attention to that other dude with the Christmas birthday.
My birthday, however, is the ultimate failure in celebrations. The world and his wife are Christmas shopping, arguing in Debenhams about what size pyjamas to buy Auntie Pat, no time even to stop and share a sprout and salami romano at Pizza Express. Christmas is an expensive time of year, everybody knows that, and the focus is on festive gifts; nobody needs the additional stress of trying to decide what to buy a child for its birthday. Anyone who knows me well enough now knows not to do it at all, but it took a while to get the message across.
Even though I lost 100 pounds I feel worse now than ever before. And I’m not going to lie: I’m about to kick seven shades of shit out of you. So this woman tried to do the conflict-aversion thing and didn’t respond…
On the scale of problems to have, it’s pretty minor – as people are so fond of telling me when I dare to mention it – but it’s the birthday equivalent of getting married and having all of your guests turning up in a bridal outfit, year upon year. So I no longer envy the summer birthday parties, heaps of presents and raucous celebratory drinks.
I’d like to beat myself with it.” One of the best things about a Christmas or New Year birthday is finding solidarity with others in a similar predicament – before having a pity contest, insisting that YOUR birthday is the worst one. I have absolutely, positively no idea what it is like to have a birthday like yours; it’s something I will never experience. Nobody can ever say “Oh, I remember your 30th; it was years ago”, because only four or five other people were there and they’ve all been silenced.
(Incidentally, I've also run into younger women, in their teens or early twenties, who were sexually inexperienced, and nonetheless were still bitter and/or bitchy.
So age and a history of relationship failures apparently aren't the only causes of these tendencies.
looking forward to meeting with one of my church friends last week. No cooking experiments or shopping—it was a meeting to figure out why we couldn’t get along.