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Dec. 9 meme answer
Dec. 9th, 2013 05:12 pmFor restrainedchaos, who simply wrote: "Birthdays."
I'm lousy at remembering exact days for the birthdays of most people I know. Like, my sister and dad, for whom I always remember to buy presents since they're about my only family left, I remember theirs. But most friends and co-workers, forget it. I can remember a month, usually; sometimes even the vicinity of the day.
And, if I remember the day, I often forget to send a card or gift or even a text message with wishes. I try to always remember to at least text my aunt since Mom's can't do it anymore. There are a few friends I've had FOREVER for whom I usually try to get a gift, they know who they are. This is all a result of aging or too much to do, or laziness, since I used to be really, REALLY good at remembering to note birthdays and send cards and all that rot. My brain is not what it used to be. :-(
My own birthday is sort of negligible. It's not that I don't like it or that I dread it because I'm middle-aged or anything - as Dr. McCoy once crabbed, "What's so bad about not having died yet?" It's more that it's a day, and at this point my only real relationship with it is how I can profit by it through the various signups and programs I belong to with restaurants and the like (buy one, get one; half-price; a free entree; etc.). Also, I tend to date myself ahead a year, so right now I think of myself as 42 though I won't be until September.
I'm lousy at remembering exact days for the birthdays of most people I know. Like, my sister and dad, for whom I always remember to buy presents since they're about my only family left, I remember theirs. But most friends and co-workers, forget it. I can remember a month, usually; sometimes even the vicinity of the day.
And, if I remember the day, I often forget to send a card or gift or even a text message with wishes. I try to always remember to at least text my aunt since Mom's can't do it anymore. There are a few friends I've had FOREVER for whom I usually try to get a gift, they know who they are. This is all a result of aging or too much to do, or laziness, since I used to be really, REALLY good at remembering to note birthdays and send cards and all that rot. My brain is not what it used to be. :-(
My own birthday is sort of negligible. It's not that I don't like it or that I dread it because I'm middle-aged or anything - as Dr. McCoy once crabbed, "What's so bad about not having died yet?" It's more that it's a day, and at this point my only real relationship with it is how I can profit by it through the various signups and programs I belong to with restaurants and the like (buy one, get one; half-price; a free entree; etc.). Also, I tend to date myself ahead a year, so right now I think of myself as 42 though I won't be until September.
