Well, Valentine's Day is over, also known as the most dreaded Hallmark holiday in some people's books, but also known as my birthday. Yep, you heard right, my birthday is on Valentine's Day, and I sort of hate it.
Reasons to hate:
- I have never really been a birthday person, meaning every year when it came around, I wasn't that interested in celebrating. I grew up in a household where birthdays weren't really an extravagant thing, so naturally I didn't pay much attention to it. Due to my birthday being Valentine's Day, some of my friends would expect me to make it a bigger thing than it really was, but when I wouldn't, they would become very frustrated and upset with me. I found this to be extremely annoying because I shouldn't be told how to act and feel on my own birthday, and it would actually make me very upset when this would occur because it felt like I was doing something wrong.
-My birthday usually gets overshadowed by everyone I know (and their significant other) giving and receiving romantic gifts, going on dates, etc., while I'm stuck watching and hearing all about it, wishing I could experience the same thing.
-Also, sometimes when strangers find out that my birthday is Valentine's Day, I am immediately asked whether or not I have a boyfriend, while they continue to joke that he probably has a hard time because it's a double whammie day for him.
However, don't get me wrong, I love the fact that my birthday is on Valentine's Day because that means I get a little extra love from everyone, and also no one really ever forgets that it's my birthday. Also my birthday is my day of birth, so I could never really resent that. This year my birthday (22 years young now) was amazing and probably the best birthday I've ever had-- I definitely had no room for hate because I was truly reminded that I am surrounded by so much love and great friends and family.
P.S. Hope everyone had a great Valentine's/Galentine's Day