I hate birthday parties
  1. August 23, 2009
    9th birthday. Somehow gave into the peer pressure of "you must have a birthday party and you must love it." Was very stressed. I invited a friend of my friend that I thought was cool and she never RSVP'd. We sat in a circle in lawn chairs in my backyard and played some sort of games (which I hated). Everyone was relying on me for entertainment (which I hated more).
  2. August 30, 2010
    A FULL WEEK after I thought my 16th birthday was over and could get back to normal life, my friend and boyfriend of the time threw me a surprise party after I specifically said not to. The worst part was after the initial "SURPRISE!" they said, "what do you want to do?" THEY FORCED ME INTO IT AND DIDN'T EVEN PLAN THE ACTIVITIES? I decided we would go to the zoo. Tiger was cool. Those people aren't my friends anymore.
  3. Thankfully these are the only two birthday parties that have happened to me that I can remember in my 21 years. Can't imagine the horror of 18 more of these....