Birthdays should always be fun, full of gifts like money, Lite Brites
March 29, 2004
Libby Hill
To be completely fair, I should tell you that I have a lot of strange and completely irrational opinions on how the world should work.
I understand this, and am well aware that in ever so many cases, the way I feel about something is wrong.
With that said, let me tell you my dumb feelings about the way we should celebrate birthdays.
See, for some reason I still think that birthdays should be a big deal. Case in point, I’m very excited about turning 23 next month.
I still feel like the anniversary of one’s birth is an event to be celebrated. Is that so wrong?
My husband sure thinks so. He claims that I’m unreasonable for wanting an eventful birthday and that I just want everything to be like it was when I was 5 years old.
To that, I say, “So what?”
What is so wrong about wanting life to be a little more like what it was like when we were kids?
I can think of nothing more exciting than having a party at Gigglebees with cake and balloons and presents at which you can do whatever you want to do because, it’s your birthday, dammit!
And the presents would be those awesome fun things you used to get as a kid, like a Lite Brite or Play-Doh or Barbies, instead of the boring stuff you get as an adult, like Pulitzer Prize winning novels or money to pay the rent.
As a side note, I certainly do not shun the gift of money. I like it muchly. Donations are always welcome in my world.
Maybe it’s just that I miss the simplicity of youth, when the slightest event was something to get excited about. Birthdays were something to look forward to instead of something you dread. Playing ski-ball was the ultimate birthday activity, as opposed to now, when it seems the only way you can tell you’ve had a good birthday is if you can’t remember it the next day.
I think my husband just thinks I’m selfish and want a day where everyone celebrates my existence.
But if you think about it, with so many other problems in the world today, is a little Libby adoration so much to ask?
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