Yes, I’m an adult who cares about their birthday. So sue me! I admit that it’s not always the best, and that I often get disappointed, but I still think it’s the only time of year where you can ask for attention and no one will judge you for it. I didn’t have a big wedding, so I deserve SOMETHING!
I’m not really a holiday person. I don’t look forward to them, I don’t post statuses about them, and I barely text my friends and family the obligatory seasonal greeting. This isn’t to say I hate them. Like most person with a 9-to-5, I latch onto any excuse to not be at work; if I didn’t have a problem with organized religion, I’d adopt Judaism or Islam to get more days off!
What I mean is that holidays don’t hold a lot of value to me.
I can appreciate other people’s holiday happiness. For my husband, Halloween is a high holy day. Much like a basic bitch’s approach to Christmas, Lawrence gets in the spirit—ahaha—three months too early. The minute Independence Day is over, he’s ready for skulls, pumpkins, and fallen leaves.
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