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The Winter Birthday Blues

I'll admit it: having a birthday on December 27th sucks. Really, it does. Several years of this have driven the point home. Being born between the Pagan holiday that was co-opted by Christianity into the throw-a-dart on the map equivalent of picking a birthday date for Jesus, and the secular hooplah holiday celebrating the changing of years makes for quite the downer. Not many people seem to have the time, or the inclination, to celebrate the day you were born. Couple that with the typical Midwestern winter weather that storms through around that time, and you're basically screwed.

Therefore, I am finally contemplating giving-in. It's an idea that has been broached to me several times before, but I have resisted. Now, however, it seems I may have to cave-in and give it a whirl. The idea is to celebrate my birthday in the middle of the year, roughly half-way between when my birthday actually occurs. After all, it's Summer, the weather is (usually) great, people tend to be more in a mood to have fun, and schedules aren't crammed with Christmas and New Year's obligations.

So, dear reader, I may be trying to set something up here in the next few weeks for my "birthday." Technically, it should be on June 27th, but there's not really enough time between then and now to schedule something, and I just came to terms with this decision today. Hopefully, a different time of year will make a difference. I can't tell you how disheartening it is, year-in and year-out, to attend friends's birthday gatherings that occur during 'better' months/dates, where lots of people show up to celebrate, only to then be caught-up in the Groundhog Day loop of my own birthday, in the dead of winter, and barely anyone can make it. Or else they see me for Christmas or New Year's, and am told that it will have to suffice for both that holiday and my own.

We'll see how this goes, then. I hope that it's a success. If it isn't, then I've really got problems.


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