Most people love their own birthday. I mean you are soooo special- it's your day, right. You and the 18 million other people that sing "Happy Birthday" each day. (It's true, I Wiki'd it)
I have a friend, you may know her, who is special everyday but who happens to loathe her birthday. I think it may have something to do with the psychology of aversion. See, since I've known her, Sandy has had the worst luck on her birthday. One year her purse was stolen while we were out celebrating (along with Julie's). One year there was a huge relationship disaster that was created by a jealous 'friend' all but destroying a loving friendship. One year a huge car crash shut down 95 and we weren't able to make our party destination (at least she had a better day than those folks!). . . and various other mishaps have caused her to come to rue the day that is set aside for celebration.
I have decided that this year we will note the memories of bad birthdays past and bury them forever. This will allow her to move on and again enjoy her birthday!
Happy Birthday, Sandy. Who loves ya, baby?!~Aimee
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