The thing about birthdays

I'm taking a study break as I type this ( I do take a lot of these - don't judge, which student doesn't?).

My life is about to go crazy in the next couple of days, being involved in marking 2 exams, working on a translation project, reception work, school work (2 exams and assignment due at the end of the semester vacation) , life work. But I love it! I really do. It's interesting to me that I've always wanted to be a busy bee- to schedule people in. And this year I've had the most wonderful opportunity of doing just that: managing my own diary.

My birthday is coming in a couple of days. I hate this time of the year. Makes me so uncomfortable. I don't talk about it very much, this in fact is the first time I've written about it before. A lot goes on in my mind.

I feel like I have this big alter-ego on the inside in my mind who cares about his birthday, who wants everyone to remember and to show up and to call and all that jazz, yet on the outside I feel myself scared. A lot of people have forgotten before,  never called or showed up. It has never been a 'thing' my birthday and I think somewhat over the years I've become a little reserved about my expectations. These days I simply prefer having my phone off, kicking off my ugs and watching a movie alone. All the mushy and gooey messages make me feel all kinds of uncomfortable. Maybe because deep down I don't think I deserve to be appreciated? Or that such expressions of love are foreign territory (for me as a recipient)?. I don't know. All I know is that I can safely say that my birthday makes me uncomfortable and nowdays other people's birthdays make me uncomfortable too. I'd prefer not having to deal with them.

What's also interesting is that people think I'm a huge birthday person- well people do think a lot of things about me, much of which is unfounded. But a lot does go on in my mind and maybe I do give off that idea (seeing how last year I had a countdown to my birthday and constantly reminded 'everyone' as the day drew nearer). I think it was all an act. Why? I don't know. Maybe I'll never know.

There are 2 things I know for sure as I type here

1. This year I'm pretending that I lost my phone from two days before to two days after my birthday.

2. A lesson I learnt today: often we chase the people who aren't even the least interested in us, but if we stop, take a moment and look around (even just behind us) we will find all those people aggressively chasing us in love and these are the ones we must enjoy and let enjoy us.

Happy birthday Thabang Molapo