Why I hate my birthday – an ode to being 24

I sit here typing this on the final day/night/hour (for the truly poetic) of being 23 and I am filled with anxiety and dread for my birthday tomorrow. For some, birthdays are the biggest social gathering of the year, multiple outfit changes, lots of presents and attention central for the Tinkerbells of us.

A lot of my birthdays have turned out disappointing – people flake, plans change and it usually ends up with me compromising rather than my original plan

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My 21st has probably been my favourite birthday to date; I was in Sydney while travelling across the East Coast and my birthday coincided with me also meeting up with my friend Megan who I’d only met a month ago while in the Gold Coast. This worked out so well because not only was I in a new exciting city with plenty to do, I was also with someone – solo travel is great but two is better than one for a birthday extravaganza, no? We partied 4 days in a row, explored Bondi/Coogee beach and just had so much fun, I don’t think anything can top having your birthday in Australia to be quite honest. Shoutout to Megan for the makeshift backpacker birthday cake of chocolate muffins!

Birthdays always give me so much pressure because you’re expected to have the time of your life, a huge social occasion and for me a lot of the time it’s turned out to be a normal day coupled with the depressing fact that it is just a normal day except you’re one year closer to death x

I’m slowly realising that it’s okay not to have the best day of your life or have 300 people singing to you and your birthday is literally what you make of it. This year, instead of going hard and drinking so much I get the hangover from hell, I opted to have a lie in (probably the best present ever at the moment, I hate you, working life), booked myself a massage (big up the endorphins), had a lowkey family dinner with yummy Thai food at Elephant Royale and then had a night in with drinks and monopoly

I’m going to aim to do more fun and chilled stuff for my birthdays and not put so much pressure on myself to conform to societal pressures blah blah.  Maybe even make it a rule that I’m always in a different city/country because a holiday just tops it all, doesn’t it?

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What do you like to do on your birthday? Let me know!

 

2 thoughts on “Why I hate my birthday – an ode to being 24

  1. Birthday’s are a mixed bag. On the one hand you want to be proud of who you are and what you’ve managed to accomplish in the time you’ve been alive, but on the other hand people tend to invariably disappoint and it can hurt.

    Whatever happens, I do hope that you enjoy yourself on your birthday and I do hope that you feel proud of who you are and what you’ve done. Happy Birthday!

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