I don't hate my birthday, but I do hate being the obligatory center of attention :wtf: Especially for something outside my area of control. It makes my teeth itch.
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But I'm also something of a hedonist. I looooooove celebrating, and excuses to celebrate. So while I hate any kind of attention on my actual birthday? I love and adore using my birthday as an excuse to go off on an adventure & drag people with me :sneaky: As long as it's nowhere near the actual date. As it's not my actual birthday? There's no obligation on their part. It's just a week in the mountains playing in the snow, or a week at the beach building sand castles & flying kites, come up for a day or three if you've got the time! Would love to have you!. (Aka Winter or Summer stuff... When my birthday is in the spring). And would just as much love it if I'm solo the whole time.
(#TrustIssues; I despise depending on other people. Including showing up. If I'm not okay with someone not coming? I don't invite them. Which may sound backwards, but I'm weird. If it's not life or death? There's no obligation. If I'm adding an obligation, then I start viewing the whole thing as life or death. When. It's. Not. So to combat the f*cked up places my head or heart goes, I have to be really solid in this = no debt. No obligation. Just me, inviting you, because I'd love to see you. Because I want you. Not because I need you.)
It just removes all the pressure, and ickyness, and paying attention to the calendar (double yuck, date specific things piss me off in general; calendars & I do not get on) and let's me play. My actual birthday, I don't tell anyone about, and as a rule I'm not allowed to plan for until the day of (except to cancel everything and completely free it up, if possible), and then I do whatever the hell I want, when I want, all day long. Whether that's marathon movies in bed, or get dolled up and go out dancing. No stress. Pura Vida.