Why Do I Hate My Birthday? A Case of the Birthday Blues
Every year around the 7th of July, I start to get panicky. I dodge questions about the 11th. I make a weird joke about free slurpies at 7-11. But then I subtly tell people it's my birthday. But that I am already busy with trivial, mundane things like working out, meetings and various other very skippable things. I give people the out they need to skip my birthday.
I think I want people to take the out because