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Another slice-of-life comic. Yesterday was my birthday. Like Dott, I don’t like celebrating my birthday. I don’t want people to make a big deal of it…it’s just another day. What’s odd is that’s the exact opposite of how I feel about other people’s birthdays. I love to do a big party and make their day special. I dunno. My boss’s father used to hate birthdays too. He lived during World War II and encountered many Nazi soldiers (he was an Austrian Jew). He said that the soldiers would make such a big deal about it, demanding accolades and presents, and being downright jerks, it totally turned him off birthdays. He believed that birthday celebrations were for kids, not for adults. Perhaps that is why I feel that way. I have to admit that I’ve been embarrassed during my life at how some people can be so mean and callous on their birthdays, expecting lots of gifts and attention, and feeling it is a day they have a right to be mean to others. I never want to be like that. I don’t think I would, but why chance it.
That said, despite my requests, some family members tried to celebrate yesterday and it turned into a big disaster. Needless to say, I didn’t have the heart to finish the comic, and instead did it at 4 am this morning. *sigh* And while we didn’t have cake, we had ice cream, and my kids did take my share–though admittedly I told them to. So, I have been reaffirmed in my belief that celebrating my birthday is a bad idea and I’m going to continue boycotting the practice (for myself, that is)! Now, if I could only boycott the clock so efficiently, maybe I’d find some time to do some things…like get a comic up on time!