Poohdt17: You thought I forgot, didn't you?????
DumbGenius7: no. but i forgot
Poohdt17: LOL
Poohdt17: awww
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... and so it goes. It's funny how little I have always valued my birthday. My parents know this; my whole family wished me Happy Birthday once or twice, but that was about it. They aren't throwing me a party - at my request - but I've got a rather expensive Nikon FM2n coming in the mail as my birthday present. Last year, the wife threw me a surprise birthay party and invited a few guests, which I, to make a long story short, had despised. It's not that I hate feeling older; I don't (not that I neccessarily enjoy being older, though). I know I can trace it all to one event in my childhood which, although I no longer consciously think about it, is always subconsciously ingrained into the back of my mind on my birthday, and readily recallable, should I choose to do so.
I didn't tell anyone in school that it was my birthday today, except for someone who asked me, randomly, about how old I was, which required an explanation that today is my birthday. Eunice managed to remember that my birthday was today from last year, being the kind soul that she is. In both cases, both parties wished me a happy birthday, and I essentially just nodded rather grimly and replied, "Isn't it?"