It’s snowing today, and it’s not even my birthday yet.
I find this mildly comforting as frankly, I turn into a bag of nerves at my birthday.
Even though it makes me feel really petty, I still find myself going over all the possibilities of Who is getting me What…for their birthday, did I get them a good thing?
How often have we hung out this year?
Did we do enough shit together this year?
Will they downgrade me in terms of present importance?
Will they go all out to reaffirm our friendship and treat a man to a thing?
I tried slyly stealing the Amazon wish list from Kev Frew, but he’s a confident motherfucker who uses it to establish he does NOT want Novelty Gifts. A wry idea.
So I made mine, and after like a book, a CD and a DVD I was all out of ideas, so I typed
A MASSIVE POSTER OF ANDY KAUFMAN !!!
into the search box and that came up, so I added that, then felt I’d cheapened the whole cheap idea by adding what was essentially a novelty gift.
And even after I’d composed this meager load, my mum calls me up and says, ‘Oh hey, we figured out what you wanted for Birthday and Christmas so we just bought you all that shit…you want anything else?’
So yeah, the whole thing is folly and stress.
I’m just going to disassociate the whole FRIENDS = PRESENTS idea as it seems I didn’t want much in the first place anyway, and I’m not having a birthday ‘event’ because I’ve got to work. Probably go out tomorrow, Public Image at the Academy and what not, just playing it freestyle on a night out with some friends.
I’m forgetting all the other nonsense.
I’m just glad I have friends, and it snowed today.
