Writings of Bianco Jade

Lucky for you I don’t feel like crying. It’s been a very (VERY) low key birthday. It’s not a milestone…just 23, but even if it were a milestone I wouldn’t have done anything special. I didn’t do anything for my sweet 16…I don’t even remember it. I didn’t do anything for 18 either. My 21st, my friends throw me a tiny party, basically we went over a friends apartment, loaded up on all sorts of different alcoholic drinks and junk food and played Uno. It was one of the best birthday parties I ever had. This year I stayed home. It’s the same every year I always think that my birthday comes at the worst time. Really, I’m sure it’s for anyone who was fortunate to have been born  the early part of January. January is arguably the worst month for finances. Everyone has just received the bills from December and have made their various New Year’s resolutions to spend less. Most years I usually get the “this is your Christmas and Birthday gift”, when people remember that my birthday is two weeks after Christmas, but this isn’t why I think it’s the worst time to have a birthday. Nope, it’s the guilt I feel when people buy me presents or give me money. Because I know that most of the people I know don’t keep up with their finances so they really can’t afford to gift me twice in such a short period. Honestly I would be happy with Happy Birthday and call it a day. That way I know you were thinking about me. 

This year was pretty much I good year for that, I mean I graduated in December, Christmas, then my Birthday…too much I know that. So I stress the importance to everyone that I didn’t expect something for every event…in fact I didn’t want much (just a few dollars to ease the pain of unemployment ) I think a lot of people heard me, I got five text messages, 1 email, 2 calls, and countless facebook and myspace comments all wishing me a happy birthday. My Grandmother did write me a check, for how much I don’t know, I have to go pick it up. But I just felt loved to day and that was all I needed.