It seems that this is the same with adults.
Take me, for example. I love my birthday. I let people know weeks in advance that my birthday is coming. At work, I bring in a treat and email the entire staff to let them know that it is my birthday and how old I am. I throw myself a party, order myself a cake (If I want these things, I HAVE to, I'm a grown up! Don't scoff.) I love my birthday. I love the attention thrown my way.
|Look at me! I'm like a kid on her birthday. Oh. Wait...|
|Tad and the kids enjoying his birthday cake after a quiet dinner.|
Now, my coworker Harvey's birthday is tomorrow. He has made it abundantly clear that he wants nothing to do with the rigmarole. He said that he will be very unhappy if anyone does anything. He made such a point of letting people know this that his coworkers decided to really go overboard about it. His cubicle was decorated, streamers and balloons everywhere! And they got him a cake. At the last minute, I had an idea. I thought we could put something on his cake to match his thoughts about all the celebration.
So that's it, I guess. The birthday continuum. In closing, I will share with you the birthday song my parents always sang to people (sung like a funeral dirge). I sang it to Harvey today.
Oh Happy Birthday
Sickness, Sadness and Despair
People Dying Everywhere