Do you like your birthdays?

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Not really. I haven't done a real birthday in years and each one reminds me that I'm one year closer to death.

I don't anticipate it much. While it's like most days to me, I just happen to like it better than most days.

Just not that special though. I have no expectations on anyone with it. Just happened that people gives things out to me just as they planned to, might as well enjoy as much as possible. So what? I won't be sad or bitter if the next year won't be the same.

Not like my inner self goes along with it. My only worry would be my body, suddenly and permanently changing it's needs... And lowering it's upper limits.



But sure, I like all of my birthdays that had occurred so far.

Like them better if I'm alone and able to roam afar, while I have a lot of time, money, and energy to burn all day long.
If not, well, fine. I don't mind having another day without other things that my birthdays usually have.

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I hate my birthday because people call me and I get super stressed when I have to talk on the phone.

I like talking to relatives and friends of the family who are interested in me every day, not just my birthday, but it's extra special when they call and we can talk.

My birthdays have been much better in the past five years after I began making more progress toward achieving adult milestones.

I know it's a day late but happy birthday.

I like birthdays because, for me , they're a celebration of coming into the world on this day years ago. I would spend them with friends and family doing something special like a dinner cruise and as a result had fond memories of them. I still try to spend it with family when I can.

I doubt the probability of having another birthday. My immune system, never robust and always deficient, has reached a point of weakness after a year of serious serial infections and unless this can be arrested I can't see much hope left for even another year.

I currently feel as if I am trapped in the top story of a rickety old building. now so derelict that is collapsing day by day beneath me. However I guess physical collapse is kinder in some way than the afflictions of dementia and loss of mental faculties.

The eventual arrival of Summer may give my fragile immunity a boost, and Summer here officially arrives in a fortnight's time, but the climate is very strange and unpredictable now, and the seasons are so bizarre.

I dream of the best kind of Summer days walking by the sea, seeing the shorebirds I love, feeling the warm northerly breeze on my skin, breathing the clean clear air there. The pleasure of the sea and the coast have always been better experiences than any birthday was, and the gifts and delights of nature better than any other present.

I wonder when it will all end, and if there will be a recurrence of times past, a renewal of life energy, more to come, or not.

(((B19)))

I cried reading your post. Enjoy those special times in nature. It may give your spirit the boost it needs to hang on. Sorry you are dealing with such serious health problems.

I like free stuff,
I don't like having to deal with people.

I just had my birthday this month. They are a lot more low key than they used to be. I love cake, especially with lots of thick icing! It’s nice when my brothers remember and at least text me. Gifts are not as important now. Now that I am in my sixties I wonder how many more birthdays there will be.

I mostly liked them as a kid because I got presents & cake. I like them as an adult I guess because my parents give me money & my girlfriend buys me something & takes me out to eat. Other than that, it's just another day to me.