Birthday and the Story of how It Is

So today is my birthday.

I am officially 17, and have no more excuses for being immature.

Naturally, as per expected, no one remembers when my birthday is. This year, its on a Saturday, so not even the school has a chance of sending me a card saying "Happy Birthday!"

Now how do I celebrate my birthday? This year, I have the SAT, a Collegeboard way of giving me a present. But mainly, I celebrate on my own. My parents are usually out, doing something other than celebrating my birthday. Which is strange considering that I am their child and all that. My friends? Let's not even get started because I'll get pissed off just talking about it.

What I did for myself before was that I got a present for myself, wrapped it, and then put it in a "secret" place. Then, when my birthday came, I got out the present, blew out the candle on my cupcake, and called it a day with celebrating my birthday. The years that I felt like singing, I sang the birthday song to myself.

It got kinda sad after a while, so I stopped.

There was a girl at my school that said she was really bad at remembering birthdays. She was a friend, someone who I felt would actually care about how I felt. The weird thing was, I personally saw her celebrate the birthdays of two other friends. No matter how insulting that was, at the time I let it slip because I didn't feel as if that was a big deal. And then one day, I saw a girl walk by with these huge balloons, and her friend came over to say happy birthday and then hand over a present.

Presents aren't big with me. You don't have to give me a present to make me feel good or whatever. The main thing with me is that you don't need Facebook to remember when my birthday is. You wouldn't need prompting to do the small things in life that matter. Because in life and relationships, you don't need a major epiphany to make someone's day. It's the culmination of small, everyday things that will definitely make someone happy.  Birthdays are one of those things, one day to show that you care about that person. It's definitely not the same feeling that you get when you get presents on Christmas. Unless you were born on Christmas or something.

And every year, I get living proof that no one cares enough to do the small things. At least I care enough about myself to write a post and then update a status on Facebook.

Happy October 6th everyone.