So tomorrow is my 22nd birthday. Maybe it's just because I'm extremely busy with school stuff, but I really don't care. I don't feel like celebrating in any way tomorrow. I've noticed that I care about my birthday less and less every year, though. But I was never really one to make a huge deal of it. The last time I had an actual birthday party was when I turned 14. Over the past few years my birthday has fallen into a routine of going out to dinner with my family, coming home and having cake, opening presents, and that's it. And the monotony of it has made me extremely bored. No offense to my family, but you can only do that so many times and now we just do it because they think it's what I want. So last year I shook things up and went to Disney World for my birthday. It was really fun and I'm glad that I did it.
This year is a different story. I've got so much schoolwork to do that I planned on just letting it go by with no notice. Class all day, come home and work on papers. My sister invited me out to dinner tomorrow night, though. And I'm pretty sure my parents talked her into it, because they think I was going to sit around being depressed. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I'd rather just be by myself than receive pity. Maybe there's the chance my sister thought to invite me on her own, but I doubt it because we're not close. And my parents are really into "tradition" so they probably think I'll be upset if I don't get to go out to dinner on my birthday. Not really. But I hate hurting people's feelings, so of course I'm going out with my sister. I'm really in no mood for forced birthday celebrations, though.
This post is kinda rambly and selfish, I know.