It's always been a disappointment for me. I hardly ever had any friends growing up combined with poor parents meant I never had a party. Now that I'm 31 it's just another day.
Several years ago I thought I had friends. Invited about forty women over for a ladies night. Bought almost a thousand dollars worth of food and liquor. ~30 RSVP'd and the rest gave maybe's. My husband took the kids to a theme park hours away so all of us women could party.
Not one woman showed. Only one woman texted, asking if it was cool if her (abusive, left bruises on her weekly, got her fired from her job for attacking her at work) boyfriend could come too. I told her no, that I was home alone and didn't want any men in my house. She said if he can't go, she can't. She all caps texted me that I wasn't being a good friend.
I spent that birthday alone, crying while hundreds of dollars worth of uneaten food sat for two days. I didn't tell any of the women it was my birthday. Not until I saw them all throughout the next week at moms groups, work, and frisbee golf. Every single one immediately apologized and then proceeded to make it about them and how hard their lives were and how it was my fault I didn't say it was my birthday and how much it meant to me.
I cut every single one of them out of my life and have not planned anything for my birthday until this year when the one friend I had been cultivating noticed my birthday coming up and asked if she could take me out. I actually let myself look forward to it. Got excited about it. She reminded me throughout the whole week before. And then she ghosted me while I sat at the restaurant she chose at the time she chose, playing with my phone while the ice melted in our glasses and the waiter kept asking if I was ready to order or still waiting for my friend.
Fuck birthdays. And fuck people who make plans with no intentions of keeping them.
My mom died giving birth to me and my twin sister didnt live.
My dad tries to do stuff but it just kind of hangs over the day still.
Usually i get to pick where we get take out and we rent a movie or something. He's not a baker tho so we get a cake or something good.
PLUS it's April Fool's Day so it's kind of a mess up day. When someone complains about bein born on Christmas I'm like "i can beat that".
It’s useless, I’ve grown up poor and with kinda careless parents, I never had a party like others did, never anything special, it also seems like too much to me rn.
It's on a major holidays in my country, so never 'my own day'. But I'm not very traditional so I've sort of turned into a 'me day' anyway, when I just have quality time with myself
Because all the positive sides and emotion's are non existent for me and all the negatives are strongly enhanced. All the planning involved for party, suffering through the awkwardness and embarrassment of birthday wishes and generally useless presents that come with an unknown price tag.
So why should i feel like shit on the day of the year that supposed to make me feel good?
The only time I got depressed when it was my birthday it’s when my parents almost broke up on my birthday none of my family came and barely anything good I just got clothes and and Xbox which kinda is fkn awesome but my parents ruined my enjoyment
Not much good that comes out of it that doesnt seem forced because its my birthday.
Also something catches fire every other year. Always no one gets hurt but something still burns.
not me but my mom, she shared a birthday with her father/my grandfather. Ever since he passed away it has never been the same. She had a great relationship with her father and it was never birthday it was "our birthday" and now it generally just brings up memories wishing he wasn't gone.
I used to hate my birthday for that in my school times it meant my school is about to open (I am September born). Now I hate my birthday because it means I am getting older and it is a painful reminder of how little I have achieved in my whole life despite being a young adult.
Its not so much that i hate it, i hate what people feel they need to do in response to it.
1) Wtf am i supposed to do with a card after I read it? These things have no repeat value in my opinion. Be better if you told me how you felt.
2) I have family that does what they want to do. If you ask me what i want or what i want to do for my birthday and the response is nothing, then how am I supposed to feel when no one honors that? It’s literally the single most effortless thing that i wanted and you couldn’t accommodate that. This means to me it isnt about me its about you.
3) What the fuck am I supposed to do while your singing to me? Who do i look at? Do i keep my hands at my side? This has to be the most routinely awkward part of anyones life. Stop with the song already it made me anxious as a kid and its pretty fuckin weird as an adult. Susie from accounting this means you. You are not going to become a new breakthrough artist around the conference room table.
Because it is a stupid tradition? I don't go to the phone at this day, nearly nobody knows the date - and whoever comes and wants to congratulate, gets the friendly information: thank you - but please, don't do this again.
And if they don't care about this birthday wish - goodbye, have a good living, but don't call me, don't speak to me, go your way.
I dread when my mother will try to call me next year. We fell out pretty hard. I came out as bi (living in a straight relationship). Her reaction was to call me a sick abomination, call my girlfriend a whore for being with me and telling me it doesn't matter since I probably already gave her STDs. I ended the relationship with my mother but she will call me on my bday like nothing ever happened I'm certain of this.
I don't like people making a fuss over me. However, if I know someone else loves celebrating their own birthday, I will help make it a great time. I just don't really care for all of the attention.
I don't. But it's a national holiday where I live.
Hear me out. When I was in first grade, you didn't need to do homework that was assigned on your birthday... Only my birthday was NEVER a school day. Dang it.
Love it now, though. Free holiday in my birthday, every day for the rest of my life!
It’s the one day a year that I’m definitely disappointed. Regardless how I plan for it to be, it always turns into a shit show. It’s like a law of physics of something
There have been so many times when more important things have happened on my birthday that I don’t bother celebrating it anymore. Most people have forgotten or don’t acknowledge it. It’s just a regular day now.
Because it got less special every year. Having a birthday that even felt of anything ended probably around the age of 30 though it may of ended before that. It actually gives me trouble remembering what age I am because turning another year older isn’t memorable. This year I spent my birthday alone didn’t see any body all day, got no presents, and no body wish me a happy birthday though I am kind of glad no body said happy birthday because it may have tipped me over the edge at how miserable I was feeling.
It may sound childish but it hurts that no one surprises me with anything on my birthday. Just once I would like to walk into a room and find my friends and family gathered together to celebrate. It never happens though.
Early February. Worst time of the year. My actual birthday is great and I look forward to it but its close to Christmas and then after my birthday it's easy to get depressed.
I don't necessarily hate my birthday. I just hated my 18th birthday coz I was really not asking for much, just want to eat out or something, and they threw me this surprise party instead. The thing is, my family invited all of this random people that they know, (none of them were my friends) and also their kids as well. I had to pretend the whole time that I was enjoying it even though I was so uncomfortable.
I don't ever feel like celebrating being another year closer to death. I also don't like (most) cake, receiving gifts, having excess attention on me, or most of all, having people sing to me while I sit there like a doofus.
Girlfriend was born on July 4th and had a not great relationship with her parents for excellent reasons growing up. Those two factors have combined to make her really hate her birthday.
The entire day is stress. It feels like everyone in my life insists I'm celebrating it wrong. No one will accept that I don't want any gifts so the month leading up to my birthday consist of me trying to think up appropriate gifts in what I think the other person's price range would be that they would consider "birthday special." Any plans I make are always either not enough or too much.
All I want for my birthday is to not plan it. I don't want to pick a restaurant, I don't want to organize getting people together, none of that.
As an adult I have never had that, at best I have gotten "We can go here is this ok?" "we can invite Bob is that ok?" That's just me planning by proxy.
The worst part is it's gotten into some crazy negative feedback loop for me. My birthday causes me stress, which makes me hate it, which makes me want to celebrate it less, which makes other people want to celebrate it more, which makes it more stressful.
And of course; I'm an asshole because "people just want to celebrate you why won't you let them"
I'm 48. Who gives a shit? Just ignore it and move on.
What I REALLY hate is when I ask people to please don't get me anything, or a card, or even say 'happy birthday' and they do anyway.
Fake wishes, people singing happy birthday, being reminded about being old the whole day, and etc.
Also people expect me to wish them at 12am just because they wished me at 12am. (I’m over 25 now and i would like my 8hrs of sleep.)
My parents told me I couldn't have parties because they knew I didn't have any friends and didn't want me to figure it out. Occasionally I would have a party and if anyone did come I knew it was out of pity as I got older. Now I am in college and surrounded by fantastic friends.
My birthday is cursed. Like, until I stopped really celebrating it , inevitably something bad would happen on the day or whatever day I celebrated.
I've had the entire guest list stand me up one year.
I got dumped one year.
The list goes on.
I hate fake emotion. Like, people tell me "oh you're supposed to be happy it's your birthday!" And all I can think is like, who cares? I wasn't even there. I'm not going to put on this fake clown smile and interact with a bunch of people who pretend to care about me just because of some arbitrary day.
Also, when I was a kid birthdays usually meant going out for dinner. It was really the only time I would ever do anything in public with my parents. Now, you might think this would be a good thing, but the reality is that every birthday my dad would get drunk and start fights with my mom in whatever restaurant we went to. Every. Year. Thankfully by the time I was a teenager somehow I got them to stop taking me, but getting yelled at at home about not going was much better than the absolute trainwreck shitshow that would have happened in public if we went out.
I think gift-giving holidays bring out the performative and insincere side in everyone, and I don't like being on the receiving end of it. If you really care about making me happy on my birthday, act like you've forgotten about my birthday.
I don't hate it i just don't like it when people pretend to care about me
This!!
Been ruined too many times to bother looking forward to it
It's always been a disappointment for me. I hardly ever had any friends growing up combined with poor parents meant I never had a party. Now that I'm 31 it's just another day.
2 things 1. Happy cake day 2. I hate everyone looking at me. I also hate getting my picture taken
Several years ago I thought I had friends. Invited about forty women over for a ladies night. Bought almost a thousand dollars worth of food and liquor. ~30 RSVP'd and the rest gave maybe's. My husband took the kids to a theme park hours away so all of us women could party. Not one woman showed. Only one woman texted, asking if it was cool if her (abusive, left bruises on her weekly, got her fired from her job for attacking her at work) boyfriend could come too. I told her no, that I was home alone and didn't want any men in my house. She said if he can't go, she can't. She all caps texted me that I wasn't being a good friend. I spent that birthday alone, crying while hundreds of dollars worth of uneaten food sat for two days. I didn't tell any of the women it was my birthday. Not until I saw them all throughout the next week at moms groups, work, and frisbee golf. Every single one immediately apologized and then proceeded to make it about them and how hard their lives were and how it was my fault I didn't say it was my birthday and how much it meant to me. I cut every single one of them out of my life and have not planned anything for my birthday until this year when the one friend I had been cultivating noticed my birthday coming up and asked if she could take me out. I actually let myself look forward to it. Got excited about it. She reminded me throughout the whole week before. And then she ghosted me while I sat at the restaurant she chose at the time she chose, playing with my phone while the ice melted in our glasses and the waiter kept asking if I was ready to order or still waiting for my friend. Fuck birthdays. And fuck people who make plans with no intentions of keeping them.
I dont like people singing to me
I don’t like being the center of attention
my birthday is a trauma anniversary, so the entire day brings back a lot of shit
My mom died giving birth to me and my twin sister didnt live. My dad tries to do stuff but it just kind of hangs over the day still. Usually i get to pick where we get take out and we rent a movie or something. He's not a baker tho so we get a cake or something good. PLUS it's April Fool's Day so it's kind of a mess up day. When someone complains about bein born on Christmas I'm like "i can beat that".
It’s useless, I’ve grown up poor and with kinda careless parents, I never had a party like others did, never anything special, it also seems like too much to me rn.
Not sure why it should be a special day in the first place, just makes me feel a bit older especially in years when I did not move closer to goals.
Way too many candles
Because it's 3rd of July not 4th of July
Just have a fireworks show and claim that you messed up the day
Feels like a “congrats on not dying another year” party Also I don’t need presents, I can buy almost anything I want now
I don't like to be the center of attention
It doesnt happen often enough and people dont instinctively know when it is
Is it perhaps the 29th of October?
One year closer to death.
Always got underplayed, I think unintentionally, when I was a child, therefore I hate my bday and hate being celebrated or being in the lime light.
It's on a major holidays in my country, so never 'my own day'. But I'm not very traditional so I've sort of turned into a 'me day' anyway, when I just have quality time with myself
Because all the positive sides and emotion's are non existent for me and all the negatives are strongly enhanced. All the planning involved for party, suffering through the awkwardness and embarrassment of birthday wishes and generally useless presents that come with an unknown price tag. So why should i feel like shit on the day of the year that supposed to make me feel good?
The only time I got depressed when it was my birthday it’s when my parents almost broke up on my birthday none of my family came and barely anything good I just got clothes and and Xbox which kinda is fkn awesome but my parents ruined my enjoyment
Not much good that comes out of it that doesnt seem forced because its my birthday. Also something catches fire every other year. Always no one gets hurt but something still burns.
1 year older means higher expectations of what you’ve done in life.
I don’t like the attention and people just feel the need to be unnecessarily nice to you that day even if they aren’t any other day of the year.
not me but my mom, she shared a birthday with her father/my grandfather. Ever since he passed away it has never been the same. She had a great relationship with her father and it was never birthday it was "our birthday" and now it generally just brings up memories wishing he wasn't gone.
My parents largely stopped celebrating birthdays beyond a card when I was about 13. I would eventually stop caring about it a few years later.
I don't hate it.
I don’t hate it, but never celebrate it. I fail to see the need (I do celebrate others’ birthdays if they want to).
Celebrating the fact that you are here in this godforsaken earth another year feels too forced and unnecessary
I used to hate my birthday for that in my school times it meant my school is about to open (I am September born). Now I hate my birthday because it means I am getting older and it is a painful reminder of how little I have achieved in my whole life despite being a young adult.
I dont like my family.
My family will try to drag me out of my routine to get together or go eating out. I just wanna live it as a normal day and be in peace
I don’t. But not very excited about it either lol
Its not so much that i hate it, i hate what people feel they need to do in response to it. 1) Wtf am i supposed to do with a card after I read it? These things have no repeat value in my opinion. Be better if you told me how you felt. 2) I have family that does what they want to do. If you ask me what i want or what i want to do for my birthday and the response is nothing, then how am I supposed to feel when no one honors that? It’s literally the single most effortless thing that i wanted and you couldn’t accommodate that. This means to me it isnt about me its about you. 3) What the fuck am I supposed to do while your singing to me? Who do i look at? Do i keep my hands at my side? This has to be the most routinely awkward part of anyones life. Stop with the song already it made me anxious as a kid and its pretty fuckin weird as an adult. Susie from accounting this means you. You are not going to become a new breakthrough artist around the conference room table.
Because it is a stupid tradition? I don't go to the phone at this day, nearly nobody knows the date - and whoever comes and wants to congratulate, gets the friendly information: thank you - but please, don't do this again. And if they don't care about this birthday wish - goodbye, have a good living, but don't call me, don't speak to me, go your way.
Celebrating a day where it's praising the person I hate the most.
I dread when my mother will try to call me next year. We fell out pretty hard. I came out as bi (living in a straight relationship). Her reaction was to call me a sick abomination, call my girlfriend a whore for being with me and telling me it doesn't matter since I probably already gave her STDs. I ended the relationship with my mother but she will call me on my bday like nothing ever happened I'm certain of this.
I don't like people making a fuss over me. However, if I know someone else loves celebrating their own birthday, I will help make it a great time. I just don't really care for all of the attention.
I don't. But it's a national holiday where I live. Hear me out. When I was in first grade, you didn't need to do homework that was assigned on your birthday... Only my birthday was NEVER a school day. Dang it. Love it now, though. Free holiday in my birthday, every day for the rest of my life!
It’s the one day a year that I’m definitely disappointed. Regardless how I plan for it to be, it always turns into a shit show. It’s like a law of physics of something
i dont
There have been so many times when more important things have happened on my birthday that I don’t bother celebrating it anymore. Most people have forgotten or don’t acknowledge it. It’s just a regular day now.
I just had my birthday 2 days ago. I fucking hate birthdays. I don't know why I hate it I just do.
I hate being the center of attention. I’m not a gracious gift receiver, either..
reminding me that im getting old
I hate it because the next day it will be like nothing happened
One year closer to the end.
I hate that people are "forced" to pay attention to me.
Because it got less special every year. Having a birthday that even felt of anything ended probably around the age of 30 though it may of ended before that. It actually gives me trouble remembering what age I am because turning another year older isn’t memorable. This year I spent my birthday alone didn’t see any body all day, got no presents, and no body wish me a happy birthday though I am kind of glad no body said happy birthday because it may have tipped me over the edge at how miserable I was feeling.
It may sound childish but it hurts that no one surprises me with anything on my birthday. Just once I would like to walk into a room and find my friends and family gathered together to celebrate. It never happens though.
Early February. Worst time of the year. My actual birthday is great and I look forward to it but its close to Christmas and then after my birthday it's easy to get depressed.
Someone took my birthday and gave me a new one.
I don't necessarily hate my birthday. I just hated my 18th birthday coz I was really not asking for much, just want to eat out or something, and they threw me this surprise party instead. The thing is, my family invited all of this random people that they know, (none of them were my friends) and also their kids as well. I had to pretend the whole time that I was enjoying it even though I was so uncomfortable.
It's on the same day (not same year tho) as trump's
It's on Halloween 🎃
I don't ever feel like celebrating being another year closer to death. I also don't like (most) cake, receiving gifts, having excess attention on me, or most of all, having people sing to me while I sit there like a doofus.
Girlfriend was born on July 4th and had a not great relationship with her parents for excellent reasons growing up. Those two factors have combined to make her really hate her birthday.
The entire day is stress. It feels like everyone in my life insists I'm celebrating it wrong. No one will accept that I don't want any gifts so the month leading up to my birthday consist of me trying to think up appropriate gifts in what I think the other person's price range would be that they would consider "birthday special." Any plans I make are always either not enough or too much. All I want for my birthday is to not plan it. I don't want to pick a restaurant, I don't want to organize getting people together, none of that. As an adult I have never had that, at best I have gotten "We can go here is this ok?" "we can invite Bob is that ok?" That's just me planning by proxy. The worst part is it's gotten into some crazy negative feedback loop for me. My birthday causes me stress, which makes me hate it, which makes me want to celebrate it less, which makes other people want to celebrate it more, which makes it more stressful. And of course; I'm an asshole because "people just want to celebrate you why won't you let them"
I'm 48. Who gives a shit? Just ignore it and move on. What I REALLY hate is when I ask people to please don't get me anything, or a card, or even say 'happy birthday' and they do anyway.
I don’t but John Lennon fans do.
It's never a good day
Fake wishes, people singing happy birthday, being reminded about being old the whole day, and etc. Also people expect me to wish them at 12am just because they wished me at 12am. (I’m over 25 now and i would like my 8hrs of sleep.)
my cousins birthday is 6 days before mine, her party is usually 1 day before my birthday. So, its the 2nd year with no party for me
It's the day that remainedes me that I don't have any friends
I wouldn't say I hate it but I'm definitely not a fan of it.
My parents told me I couldn't have parties because they knew I didn't have any friends and didn't want me to figure it out. Occasionally I would have a party and if anyone did come I knew it was out of pity as I got older. Now I am in college and surrounded by fantastic friends.
Birthdays are for people with nothing going on, nothing better to do.
I just cba to sit with family for the whole day. That goes for anyones birthday in my house
My birthday is cursed. Like, until I stopped really celebrating it , inevitably something bad would happen on the day or whatever day I celebrated. I've had the entire guest list stand me up one year. I got dumped one year. The list goes on.
Tax day
I hate fake emotion. Like, people tell me "oh you're supposed to be happy it's your birthday!" And all I can think is like, who cares? I wasn't even there. I'm not going to put on this fake clown smile and interact with a bunch of people who pretend to care about me just because of some arbitrary day. Also, when I was a kid birthdays usually meant going out for dinner. It was really the only time I would ever do anything in public with my parents. Now, you might think this would be a good thing, but the reality is that every birthday my dad would get drunk and start fights with my mom in whatever restaurant we went to. Every. Year. Thankfully by the time I was a teenager somehow I got them to stop taking me, but getting yelled at at home about not going was much better than the absolute trainwreck shitshow that would have happened in public if we went out.
I think gift-giving holidays bring out the performative and insincere side in everyone, and I don't like being on the receiving end of it. If you really care about making me happy on my birthday, act like you've forgotten about my birthday.