The Day After

So yesterday was my birthday and I really did try to basically ignore it. It really isn't the idea that I'm getting older that is a problem, I am actually getting more comfortable with that reality these days. The thing is that I have just always seemed to have an aversion to celebrating my birthday. I'm sure that there is some deep dark reason from childhood that makes me shy away from the celebration, but I don't know what it is. (My wife and kids know better than to plan some kind of surprise party or big gathering for my birthday. That would absolutely be the worst of times for me.) With this aversion to birthdays and my general sense of malaise I would guess that I wasn't the most fun person to be around yesterday. So I'm sorry if I wasn't as chipper or up as you would have liked me to be, that is just the way it was. Somehow I doubt if next year will be any different.