Identity theft. But actually, the day I recognized and accepted the Lord as my savior is the day life really began for me.
This post was edited by Art Lover at August 1, 2020 11:25 PM MDT
Am never celebrating my birthday, just another day. It comes and passes without me noticing sometimes. Don't even think it is my real birthdate, just something they guessed at when they found me in a cardboard box Really don't like to be reminded of it nor wish to draw any attention from people wanting to celebrate it...haha
I don't want anyone to feel obligated to do anything about it. It's not a big deal to me, although I do appreciate it when someone remembers it on their own.
I really don't care if people know. Only a few ever remember it. My mother even forgot. My wife forgot a few times. My kids don't remember. Nobody in my family cares about b-days.
14 November, 1951.
Now everyone here knows. No cards please, just send money.
I don't think I've ever purposely not told someone that legitimately asked for my birthday, but I actually really don't like celebrating it for personal reasons is all.
This post was edited by Nightwolf5 at August 2, 2020 7:45 AM MDT