No, not me. My birthday is in December. The birthday in question is Gill’s. It happened over the weekend and she’s got a somewhat interesting take on it. Basically, 2020 is a strange time, but things have been worse.
I’ve had about as many birthdays as she has, and I can’t think of one that would compare to any of these or even qualify as being all that bad. The worst I can say about a birthday is that the weather sucked, but that’s what happens during winter in Canada.
Yesterday was my 41st birthday, and although it was a lot different than most it certainly was not the worst. Here are some of the worst ones.
- Couldn’t stop crying – When I was in sixth grade my 11th birthday came around and I felt what I referred to as “drippy.” Nothing felt right, and I didn’t realize that I was showing early signs of bipolar depression.
- Sour 16 – I was attending the school for the blind at the time, and wasn’t very popular. I had a bit of an accident, and had to run to my dorm and change. Unfortunately I showed up very late to a class and the teacher yelled at me in front of everyone.
- Declined – 2015 saw me living in a bad neighborhood, spending 75% of my money on bills, and generally feeling bad about myself. On my 36th birthday I went to grab some chips and fixins for nachos, but when I went to pay my debit card was declined due to insufficient funds. Defeated, I went back to my crappy townhouse and had squash soup.
What was your worst birthday?