Well Happy Freakin’ Birthday
Birthdays are so much fun. I love to enjoy my birthday and other folks’ birthdays as much as I possibly can. It’s such a good occasion – celebrating surviving another 365 days on this planet. Everyone’s all excited. We give and receive gifts. Generally, they’re decent, well-planned items that actually have something to do with you or your life, as opposed to Christmas gifts which could be whatever was at the end of the aisle with a discount sign above it. Birthdays are so much more individual.
That being said, I have a multitude of birthdays in the months of January and February that I am required to participate in. That doesn’t mean I have to buy for each person, but I have to remember the dates, make phone calls, send emails, attend parties, throw parties, find an appropriate gift if necessary, and celebrate accordingly. Interestingly enough, this time of the year is, astrologically, the Aquarius sign. Why am I surrounded by so many Aquarians, you ask? I have no freakin’ clue… it’s just how it works out. It starts with my biological mother – the woman who pushed me into this world – 1/20, my aunt is around there some time, my brother – 1/26, 2 good friends – 1/31, my daughter’s godfather -2/3, my main man -2/4, my daughter -2/7, and her dad -2/8. That’s enough to make anyone crazy.
This is pretty appropriate for most of the Aquarius individuals I know – would you agree???
Soooooooo – I do have a birthday story. It just happened this morning, since this is birthday season…. feel free to chime in and give me any feedback you’d like to share.
I bought a gift for someone very special to me. He recently had his satellite radio stolen from his truck, right in front of my house. Now, I couldn’t TELL him that I bought it because I wanted to give it to him for his birthday. BUT, I did ask him to promise me he wouldn’t buy himself anything until AFTER his birthday. That was a couple or three weeks ago. Well, he almost made it. Almost. The DAY before his birthday, he’s telling me that he bought a new satellite radio receiver. Granted, it’s a cheapy and won’t hold a candle to what I bought for him, but now I had to spoil the surprise and give him a hard time about it. One – he promised me! Two – the surprise is gone! No strike Three, thank goodness. Seriously…. GRRRRRRRRRRR – I LOVE giving gifts, especially when I know they have been wanting it, and need it, but now it’s not such a necessity.
So – my dilemma – do I take mine back and get him the MP3 player or iPod that he’s also been thinking about OR do I give him the gift anyway and let him work out how to distribute his overabundance of satellite radio receivers??? He could put it in his truck, but what’s the point when he would only use it two days a week??? He’s on the road basically 5 days a week – though he could take it with him, I guess. Yes. I’m pouting. 
Input? Feedback? Advice?
Good Question – Why do you love me?
So, here I am with all this work surrounding me, pondering how I’ve come to the place I’m currently occupying. I should really be typing my poor little fingers to the bone calculating returns for these poor, unsuspecting souls, but I am caught up in a conversation from the other night. I have a wonderful significant other who likes to catch me unawares and pose the kind of questions that require thought and meaning to the response. It gets me every time. Yet, when responding with the same question back, the same issues are posed – not enough time to think, am I saying this correctly? what will they think when I say this? is the feeling returned?
Funny enough, the adjective used for me is ‘genuine’. I guess that’s a good thing. I’m genuinely a pain in the butt from time to time. I’m genuinely a good cook. (insert pat on the back here) I’m genuinely a good mother. I genuinely pursue the educational goals I have set for myself. Oh yeah, and I’m pretty up front and speak my mind. Maybe that’s what it means. Also, what you see is what you get. I don’t spend a lot of time fakin’ it up for folks. It’s just not me and, to be honest, I’m too lazy for all that. It’s MUCH easier to be me and let you all decide for yourselves if you want to bother.
When this particular question comes into play – Why do you love me? – I freeze. The same old responses pop into my head. Because you’re you. Because you’re responsible. Because you’re honest. Because I can depend on you. Because you’re smart. Because you’re funny. Because you look darn good in those jeans. Because you make me smile. Because you’re there when I need you. Because my kid likes you. All of this is good and well, but truly, this could be any number of friends I have.
What particular thing makes one love another person? Is it a chemical balance? Is it a response to pheromones produced by their pores that comingle with your pores that just feels so right? Is it the way they smile when they look at you that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world and they can only smile that way because you are who you are? I have NO CLUE.
I do know that I am capable of loving, and that almost came as a shock to me since I had removed myself from that scene for a very long time. It feels great, and I believe that I have chosen someone who is very deserving of my love. I guess time will tell how it all plays out.
