My birthday was May 4, and I've always been hesitant to tell anyone. Partially because I don't think my birthday is particularly worth celebrating. I never felt I did anything that deserved gifts or all the attention. I guess I'd rather get gifts and recognition for an achievement.
That and I also feel I'm being a burden to people. I fear that if I tell people it's my birthday, at work, or whatever, they will want to celebrate it not because they care, but because they feel obligation or pity. I stand outside myself looking at who I am, and that's how I would react if I told "myself" my birthday. "Sheesh, what do you want?"
This year seemed confirmation of my fears. Someone at work found out about my birthday, and insisted we do sandwiches for lunch. I ordered a plain turkey sandwich from Jimmy Johns, and put some ketchup on it. I was promptly asked why I didn't like veggies and other stuff, and I make up an excuse because I dare not tell them the truth about me, and this syndrome. Another mocked my putting ketchup on it, saying it was gross, while the first agreed. Maybe I find what they eat gross. I don't say that to their face, because I understand it's their taste, so f**k them for criticizing my taste.
Then another coworker learned it was my birthday, and acted slightly insulted, that I didn't tell her. I can understand why. I guess people would rather you open up to them, but I'm just so afraid to be open, because it just leads to my being mocked like the whole sandwich thing. And so I just avoid any attention and not tell people about my birthday.
And really, I don't care about my birthday. Just marks me being one year older, without having had a major accomplishment as a filmmaker, one more year without ever having had a girlfriend. One more year struggling to make ends meet and make my films, as my friends get married to beautiful girls, have kids, get a house and car and are happy.
What about you all?