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Post by Shaelyn on Feb 12, 2006 2:32:35 GMT -5
~shrug~ to each their own on that one...to me, they aren't really, because age is irrelevant. the old can still be a kid at heart, and learn from the young, and the young can grow up all to fast. I don't really do anything for my birthday, it's kinda a "whoop-dee-do" thing...it's a day I take off from work, and that's about it.
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Post by muirrin on Feb 12, 2006 6:56:13 GMT -5
Age doesn't really come into it for me, either. I just find them important because it's really the one day of the year that people notice you and wish you well and overall just pay you some positive attention. While too much of the above can turn your head, I think that every person needs that every so often.
On my birthday, we always have a cake and presents, and, well, I love cake so that's another trivial reason why it's important. Presents are nice, but I'd be content if I could simply eat cake and see everyone being nice to each other. Which has happened every year, as far as I know.
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Post by Shaelyn on Feb 12, 2006 12:55:52 GMT -5
Ah, I see...
Well, I do agree that people need to feel special... I just honestly don't think birthdays are the way to do it...but then again, that's speaking with my own experience from birthdays. It all just feels...fake to me. like the everyone being nice to each other...I was the "fat kid" growing up, the kid to always get picked on, so when they all got invited to my parties, it was always a false "we like you today" feeling. ~shrug~ I just don't believe people should feel obligated to act like they like you...sometimes that can be worse than them calling you names. oh, and then if you had two friends that hated each other and it was obvious...well, you could either invite them both and pray that they don't ruin things, or work your birthday so that you spend time with them separately...and the latter is HARD WORK...and then they might end up getting mad at you because you spent time with the person they hate anyway. ~sigh~ anyway...if it's genuine, I can see it being nice...in my case though, it was almost never. cake is good when your teeth haven't rotted out, lol...I love cake too...
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Post by pearldancer on Feb 12, 2006 13:03:02 GMT -5
Shaelyn, I'm sorry you have had such unpleasant birthday experiences. I will have to send you extra happy warm and fuzzy thoughts on your next one. : D I always see birthdays as a marker. .. a sort of personal new year. I tend to wrap things up and come to conclusions in the couple of months before and then start out fresh again towards new goals.
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Post by muirrin on Feb 13, 2006 8:21:17 GMT -5
That's a good way of looking at it, Pearldancer... I usually just think, well, being "this many" will have to be better than being 15 (not a good year, in all)! I try to avoid making any real goals cos usually they won't work out. Not that I still don't make any efforts to better myself; it's just that I'd rather do it in my own time than set a deadline to it. Shaelyn, that sucks that people were that horrible. I was teased quite a bit in primary school and had some false friends at the upper primary/lower secondary stage, but I always had a few people to fall back on. I'm not sure exactly why I was teased, but I don't really care any more because I'm finally comfortable with who I am, and because I know there are people who can appreciate me for me... and even looking around here I can see that you do too I agree that false friendliness can be irking, but I've always been that sort of person that is difficult to notice, for some reason (except for in my music class last year, but that was different!). More than once we would all be sitting in English, or even worse Drama (small class, we often sat in a circle) and someone would call out, "Hey, I wonder where Bec is? Has anyone seen her??" and (in English) my friend'd laughingly point me out, or (in Drama) I would grin sheepishly and wave at them. Sometimes it'd happen in homeroom, too. So I suppose there's always been a small desire in me to be noticed, and while I get annoyed by the constant bombardment of "Guess what, it's Bec's birthday, happy birthday bub!" in a way it's also nice to know that people remember I exist for a day.
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Post by djgirlcherise on Feb 13, 2006 13:30:37 GMT -5
Birthdays will mean something different each year.
Just be in the WoW of NoW. Age is the mark we use to express the journey every year. If you celebrate the mark, that becomes your memory chip. If you let other people celebrate it for you, then that becomes your memory chip. Each birthday is the ultimate reminder that we have choice.
Probably, the only birthdate instance that really matters, is the first day and time we are born.
Birthdates are also most useful for sharing with ancestors and lineage. Your geometric family tree.
When you find out someone in your ancestry shares a birthday with you, even if it was 100 years ago, it makes more sense. There becomes an automatic, A-Ha.
Birthdays are worth seeing who you share them with in the world. I checked one part of my family out, and the only person I share a birthday with is from three generations ago. The very first child, a son, born in Israel. They named him Israel.
Birthdays can help you read secrets into yourself.
And, it's okay to share them here. It's okay to acknowledge the markers with it's own topic.
Efficient structure:
Efficient: Producing an effect as a cause. Using a given product or resource with maximum efficiency.
Structure: The manner in which the elements of anything are organized or interrelated.
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Post by muirrin on Feb 15, 2006 8:50:17 GMT -5
LOL so we aren't spamming! ^-^
That's cool... I also share a birthday, with my great-grandmother. She was also Australian, and I'm pretty sure local as well. She also happened to be the niece of a great Australian pianist/organist of the early twentieth-century ("coincidence" because while I'm not brilliant, I'm a somewhat decent - if not lazy - pianist, and he also examined my piano teacher twice).
Even with a little situation like that, it's difficult to believe in coincidences.
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