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My birthday is on January 29. I had to think about that for a second. I’ll explain why in a bit.
First, thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday. I really appreciate it.
Second, my birthday is one of the days of the year that I tend to forget. If I didn’t have three (yes, three) reminders on my phone to tell me it was coming up, I wouldn’t remember, most likely.
One of the reasons I do this, beyond wanting to remember the day I was born, is so that I can set up a get-together for my friends and myself.
“Why don’t you let your friends throw you a surprise party?” you may ask.
“Because I’m not so fond of them, and they have almost always gone badly.”
It isn’t that I don’t trust my friends, because I do. It’s because I have a very inquisitive mind, and if even the most subtle hint is dropped, I try to investigate it to the fullest.
Another problem is scheduling - if I have a weekend free, I will often times call people up and ask if they want to hang out. (A long running joke is that if you want to see me, make a ‘reservation’ a few weeks in advance)
As for the parties going badly, I’d rather not saying on a public forum. Needless to say, being led into a dark room in a place I’ve never been before, and then approaching me before the lights are on is probably a bad idea.