As I get older, I’m starting to not really understand the big deal about birthdays. I’ll admit, when I was younger, I loved my birthday- I always got two parties, and lots of gifts.
Maybe I just don’t care as much anymore because I haven’t had a party in four years and I don’t even receive gifts anymore (unless it’s something I desperately need)? Goodness, I get a cake, if I’m lucky. My mom and I usually just go out for sushi for dinner. Because really, my family doesn’t act like my birthday’s important anymore. Same goes for my brother; he doesn’t get a party or presents either.
And now that I’m not all caught up in the birthday excitement… what’s so exciting about birthdays anyways? Sure, you’re a year older, but you can say that every year. And if you’re like me, looking back on past years, they seem to have flew by. This day, your birthday, will come about eighty or so times in your life. Sure, you’ll only turn fifteen once, or twenty seven once, or fifty two once… but really, it’s not all too amazing.
Yet I’m not saying that I don’t like my birthday; I really do. I suppose it’s just the materialist part that I think is rather pointless- the parties, the gifts, etc. I hold my age like it’s a possession; I feel that the older I am, the more confident I feel, especially if others around me are younger. I like to be able to think, “This is how far I’ve made it… almost fourteen years.” It just makes me proud to be able to think that this is how far I’ve come in my life, compared to when I was say, ten or eleven. I’m also usually quite pleased by the fact that I am one year closer to being able to drive, one year closer to being eighteen… maybe I want to grow up to fast, but I always have. 
Possibly, birthdays just don’t excite me because I’ve never been the type of person who enjoys receiving attention for something so ordinary. But honestly- what’s the big deal with them anyways?
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