Yes, this is going to be mostly a "woe is me" piece. Deal with it, get over it or just stop reading...that simple. My birthday was the 25th. Yes, Christmas day. Do you know what people usually say when they find out that's my birthday? They usually say, "Man, that sucks" or some other variation of that same sentiment. I usually smile and say politely that it's not so bad. I have never been called to work on my birthday and usually the family is all here because everyone is "home for Christmas". Then they add something like, "I bet you get screwed on presents" and I'm like, it's not about the presents man, it's about the people I care about in my life being here for me. And that's the truth. I couldn't care less (yes, that's the proper way to say that phrase) about presents. Maybe as a child I would get a little upset and point out how unfair it all is to get ONE birthday/Christmas gift from some relati...
This is a wild mess of a world we live in and I'm just trying to navigate it in the best way that I know how. Come along with me for the ride. You never know, it might be that one thing that changes your life forever...