i have a confession. i am a huge birthday tryhard – it’s my
one of my (few) caaj shortcomings. i feel like a caaj birthday girl would be
one of those really cool, understated people with a minimalist facebook profile with no
birthday listed. the kind of girl who
wants no attention on her birthday. in fact, the kind of girl who does not even
remember it’s her birthday. the kind who is as annoyed about somebody knowing
it’s her birthday as she is when someone asks “is that new?” about something
that she’s wearing. damn, i wish i was that cool, but i’m not.
i love my birthday. since the day i was born into this great
little world until now, my birthday has been treated as a national holiday
within my family (for my parents -- because they want to, and for my brothers –
because my parents force them to act like it’s a national holiday). it’s the
one day of the year where i love being the center of attention (fine, i’m lying
– i love being the center of attention always). i wake up feeling like a
princess, I put on a special outfit, make my hair extra special, allow myself
two donuts except one, and generally have a big special smile plastered on my
face all day (until the end of the day, when i realize it’s over and it’s a
huge letdown and i cry a little secretly…)
but i must say, birthdays are an event that brings out the
ultimate tryhard behavior. i mean the entire point of your birthday is to scream to the
world how much everyone loves you – the facebook posts, the non-stop texts, the
presents, the pictures, the big party, the paparazzi – there is nothing caaj in
there, my friends. birthdays are all about showcasing to the world how much you
are loved and how many people are soooooooo glad that you were brought into
this world and that, my dear readers, is not caaj, not caaj at all.
