“It’s Not My Birthday”
Okay, so actually today is my birthday, but I have the feeling it’s not going to be my best ever. It won’t be bad, per se, just overshadowed by life. I haven’t checked my work email yet, but I should be tutoring today (unless there’s a drop call because it’s been duller than doornails over there). Dad has some issues (nothing bad, just irritating for him and me). Mom has been sick (that reminds me, I should call her later). I need to put away/do laundry. There’s just a myriad of little things that ensures today will be . . . pretty ordinary. I’m probably going to even end up cooking dinner tonight. (Okay, here’s my one semi-real birthday-related peeve. My father thinks nothing of getting the whole family together for everyone else’s birthday, including my brother’s, but never makes a family gathering out of mine. He’ll take me out to dinner usually, but no one else gets called. I’m not really feeling the love here.)
Please don’t get me wrong; I’m not really complaining. And I suck at remembering other people’s birthdays (except for family and my BFF), so I shouldn’t expect them to remember mine. Most of the music birthdays I’ve posted about I discovered by accident. So I think I’ll take TMBG’s tack here:
“It’s not my birthday. It’s not today. It’s not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me? When the world comes down, never more will be around. Though I’ll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear, and I’m not the only dust my mother raised.”
Posted on January 28, 2013, in Music, Pop and tagged birthdays, life, musicians, songs, they might be giants. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Happy Birthday Purple Mary! Maybe you could consider it a special date with you and your dad when he takes just you out for dinner. More intimate? I hope you take a minute out of the mundane to remind yourself that today is special. Eat something you really like, go into your bedroom and dream… Go out later to the movies? Happy Happy! Remember you get this day once a year. Enjoy it!
Thank you! This came off a little more complain-y than I meant it to, although it does hurt to have your own parents forget the day of your birth (although Mom has a really good excuse this year; she’s still feeling crappy). I am happy. I might just give myself the same gift I get every day: listen to music that makes me smile and be grateful to be here.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PURPLEMARY!!!!!! I like Sandee’s suggestion—I hope you do something special just for you, just to treat yourself. And extend that special treatment for yourself throughout the whole week!
Thank you at least as many times as you said “happy”!
I really do think the birthday itself is a pretty good present. I like having birthdays because it’s way better than the alternative. I like your suggestion to extend my birthday for the whole week. If they can do it for Super Bowl, why not me, too? And, hey, my team is playing this year. Go Niners!