My birthday is Christmas Eve, so it's usually just a quiet day at home with my family. We always drive around and look at Christmas lights, then I open birthday presents. :D
Being abused! First, I was forcibly pulled out of a comfortable, warm environment by some weirdo in a mask. Then, for no reason whatsoever, he goes and hits me - smack! Of course I'm started to cry. I mean, what'd I ever done to him to deserve that? Oh, but the abuse didn't end there; no sir! Some other person in a white pointy hat quickly smothered my face with some kind of rough feeling cloth. No sooner does she stop when the guy in the mask goes and cuts my food straw in half. So much for dinner. Then he plops me onto a cold, cup-shaped thingy. After mumbling something incoherently, the person in the hat picks me up, sets me by a very deep vat of liquid and proceeds to rub a rough, damp cloth all over my body. I was mad! What gave these strangers the right to do these things to me? When she was done she wrapped me up in a bundle of soft cloth. Finally, some warmth! She carried me for what seemed like an eternity before handing me to another half-naked person. Although I'd never seen this person before, she looked and smelled VERY familiar. At that point I must have passed out, as the next thing I knew I had a soft, warm thing in my mouth - ah, food!
Of course I now know what actually happened that day and that others go through the same thing. Yet for some strange reason, people want to commemorate the anniversary of that horrible day as if it were some great thing. People are weird.
Hmm... This last one, I went and saw a local blues musician at a St. Paddy's Day celebration. (Yeah, figure that one out... It worked, but I'm not sure what the tie-in was.) That was followed by heading downtown for the night. I'd never gone out for a "proper" St. Paddy's day celebration at an Irish pub. I was asked out three times and proposed to once. Good for my confidence, but I probably won't be doing that anytime again soon.
Birthdays are HUGE in my book! Ya, the trip out was slightly uncomfortable but my apartment was getting too tight anyway. I knew it was time to move out and started kicking, just in case they didn't know already. I didn't want them to forget. In honor of that great day, I thank my mom. Then, just like most people usually do, I take all the credit. HA!
I spent most of my day just like I came into this world, naked, and, yes, I did get tapped on my bottom a few times, too.
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