come and gone.*

*edit* hey guys, if the only way i really know you is through OD, please don’t think I’m mad if you didn’t remember my birthday. I know some of you haven’t been reading me for that long, and even though I’ve mentioned my birthday a few times in the last couple of weeks, it’s easy to get overlooked. Don’t even think for a second that I know any of you guys’ birthdays. :-P.. No need to apologize, i promise 🙂

It was a very quiet birthday for me. Even quieter than last year despite what happened (or didn’t) last year. No cake for me this year. Sad. But I did buy myself my favorite flowers (daisies) in my favorite colors (pink and pinker) and a mini balloon. Happy Birthday to me. It’s the little things. 🙂

I’m one of those types of people that will tell you 364 days a year, when my birthday was/is coming. On that 365th day, on my birthday, I won’t say a word to you. I suppose this is how I subconsciously test to see who really cares about me. And then I keep tally of who forgot. And while I may never tell them about themselves, I’ll remember for a very long time.

This year, most of the people who I consider to be the “most important” people (in the sense that I care the most if they remember), either called, or messaged, or sent an email. All in all, overall, it was better than last year. But one of my best friends from high school–someone who would literally have my head on a platter if I ever forgot her birthday, (she still can’t let go of the fact that last year on her birthday, two of our other mutual friends broke up, and as a result, one of them spent half the night crying on the phone to her) didn’t say a word. Honestly, I was shocked. I still haven’t said anything to her. I wonder if she’ll notice.

Birthdays themselves are trivial. I don’t need a big deal made of my birthday. Yesterday I spent the day much the way I would have spent it had it not been my birthday. I went grocery shopping, I did dishes, I went out to find a halloween costume, I helped Dave change the bulb in the headlight of his car. I went to bed earlier than I’ve gone to bed in two weeks. I didn’t even eat any cake. But it really is the thought that counts. It’s nice to know, that even if people don’t think about you any other day of the year, just for one day they’re thinking about you. Even if it’s a day late. Even if it’s a week late. So there’s still time to see if eventually she remembers.

To everyone that wished me a happy birthday… Thank you. 🙂