Why You’re Too Old to Have a Birthday Month

Nobody after the age of 10 should celebrate a birthday longer than their actual birth date.

Photo by cbaquiran via Pixabay.com

So many posts on Facebook these days bug me — evidence provided by my personal blog rants here and here, but the latest and greatest issue is the people who are my age (oldish) declaring they’re celebrating their birthday month.

A month to celebrate a 50-something-year old?

I’m not sure why this offends me. I don’t know if I want to yell at these people to grow the effe up, or hug them because they’re obviously so in need of attention that they feel they require an entire month dedicated to themselves.

The social scientist in me wanted to know if I am simply having a bah-humbug reaction, so I interviewed my sister who, coincidentally, celebrated a birthday yesterday. She’s six years younger than me but we’re at the age when six years no longer means anything. She and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on many issues, but for this one time, she mostly agreed.

“Birthday month? Hmmmmm. My first reaction is what a bunch of hooey. But maybe they are on to something!”

Well, that response put a tiny fly in my argument ointment.

I went on to interview my husband who had the same reaction I did. Without going into the sordid details of my marriage, he and I also rarely see eye-to-eye on anything from paint color to the type of throw pillows the living room needs, so it was a comfort hearing my thoughts echoed back to me.

The bottom line after writing this piece, making my case against a middle-aged person celebrating a birthday for an entire month, I’ve gone from a disgusted witness to a curious sociology student. Like my sister said so succinctly “Hmmmm.”

What would it feel like to celebrate my birthday for an entire month? Could I pull off planning activities every day or scale it back to every weekend?

My birthday is coming in December. I’m thinking of experimenting with a birthday month.

Yes, you’ve witnessed a full circle in written form. What started out as a piece chastising older people to grow the effe up and celebrate their birthdays only on their birth date, has ended with a birthday month experiment in the making. I might as well be stroking my chin as the wheels in my hamster brain turn.

The potential difference between my month-long birthday celebration and another person’s is my reason behind the birthday month experiment. It occurred to me while writing this that I could use my birthday as a reason to guilt my children into doing things with the family because it’s my birthday wish. They wouldn’t be able to turn me down, would they? Now that they’re older, they opt to stay home instead of going somewhere with my husband and me.

Hmmmmm indeed.

Stay tuned to see if I pull off a birthday month of my own ;-)

Day 2 of the 30 Day Blogging Challenge I dared myself to start (and finish).

Far more interesting internally than externally. I write to quiet the voices. Deleted Facebook & Twitter thereby immediately quieting 1000’s of voices.

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