That means give me a great big sigh.
Today's my birthday.
I hate my birthday.
I had written an INCREDIBLY sad and self-indulgent pity party of a post (oooh alliteration!) and then decided not to post it. Oh I still feel it, but I'm not posting it. It's waaay too annoying and irritates even me: and it's about me. I can't even imagine how annoying it would be to anyone else! Ouch!
I find that regardless of how happy I might be in general, on my birthday as well as the days preceding it, I tend to be cranky. Though cranky is a subtle way of putting it. Stone cold bitchy and sad is a little closer to the truth.
It's on my birthday that I tend to feel neglected and angry. I know that it's a hold-over from my childhood and as an adult (oh good lord, a really OLD adult now) I ought to be able to let go of those feelings of 'nobody loves me'. But I guess being aware of the genesis of these feelings is not nearly enough to get over them. Let's hear that enormous collective sigh once again, shall we? Oh c'mon, you can do better than that! Basil can sigh bigger than that!! Work with me folks!
Much better. Thank you.
I'm going to try to keep the self-pity at bay for the rest of the evening, tomorrow will be better.
It always is.
I really hate my birthday.