Birthday

Today is my birthday.  It's a big milestone birthday (though I won't say exactly how much of a milestone it is).  I don't do well with birthdays when they belong to me.

I like celebrating others birthdays and doing things to make them feel special.  When it comes to me, I would prefer sleeping in and letting the day pass me by.  It's become more that way now that I am getting older. 

And my parents came to visit.  What should be a fun, enjoyable time quickly goes sour.  My dad begins pouting, doesn't want to do anything that I would like to do and he makes it VERY known that he would rather be home watching TV instead of doing the things that I enjoy. 

It's upsetting.  It makes me not want to celebrate with them.  The flipside of that is that I know that life itself is very limited and we don't know how much time any of us have left.  Who knows what next year holds for any of us. 

But that's how I think.  He doesn't seem to and it bothers me.  Especially on a day that should be special for ME.  And yes, I would like for the day to be about ME.  I don't think that there is anything wrong with that.  One day a year.  It's not too much to ask. 

The day is almost over now.  I'm just going to muddle through, try to put on a happy face and move on.

Bummed,
~V