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I spent my Birthday at work for 12 hours. Yeah, I know how to party.

I doesn’t really matter. I hate my Birthday. It’s not the getting older, I don’t mind that. I’ve spent most of life wishing that I was old enough to be able to do this or that.

It’s just something about the day and the way people react (or don’t react) to it. For years, I’ve felt slighted on my birthday. It’s stupid, but to me your birthday should be a time to celebrate you. I used to make a point of making sure that I did something special for my friends on their birthday; take them out, throw a party or something.

My friends never felt the need to do that for me. And it’s not like they didn’t do it for other people. There is just something about my winning personality that makes people not want to do that I guess.

After a while, I got tired of being disappointed about this. I just don’t acknowledge my birthday anymore. (As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that this is the first time I’ve mentioned it on this blog.)

I worked for 12 hours with a half dozen co-workers and not one of them knew. Not that they don’t publish monthly birthdays. They do.

I don’t really want to feel sorry for myself, but that’s exactly how I feel. It probably has more to do with the long hours I’ve put in the last two weeks and the sinus infection that I’ve been doing my best to ignore.

I just don’t understand why no one (and I mean no one) doesn’t feel like, “It’s Jeckles’ Birthday, we should do something really special.”

Of course, after years of this, it’s become a Thing for me. I’m so ready for it to be a huge disappointment, that I don’t know that anybody could do it right.

If it was just my Birthday, that wouldn’t be so bad. But the birthday thing is just the big shining example of how people seem to react to me in general.

I’ve been told (and told again and again) that intimidate people or do something or another to keep them at distance. I don’t doubt that this is true, but it isn’t something I’m trying to do. And it is really frustrating.

None of this matters, and once I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep or two I won’t be bothered about it. At least not for another year.