Poor birthday boy. We have so many great ideas for a gift, but the reason behind why any of them are under consideration is because we have a big collective pot of money to afford it with. From the beginning, we said to ourselves that we would chip in to buy an expensive and nice birthday gift, but no, no, at the last minute, people opt out, and say they want to get something by themselves, due to various special circumstances (i.e. lame excuses), leaving those remaining confused as to what to do next, because they really wanted to get something nice, with others that they thought they could count on.
What was the point in going shopping for a couple of days? What was the point in talking all about those great ideas? Jackets and Polo shirts and bags and belts and hoodies... Why did we even bother going out to find something if it all amounted to nothing? Seriously, what a waste of time.
We can't afford any of that without everybody in it together. It just shows you're unreliable, untrustworthy, and inconsiderate. Don't you care about the birthday boy?
Well, no, you don't. He doesn't care about you either.
I guess it was a birthday party fated to be bad, with only a select few of the presents carrying genuine sentiments of friendship, congratulations on turning 18, and best wishes for the future. Just a select few...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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Or the lovely person who does contribute equal cash, but takes all the glory as if they are the sole gift giver.
I have a brother who's done this twice! I should've learned the 1st time. Now, when we're thinking of mom's b-day present, we don't even bother asking him to pitch in.
Unreliable, untrustworthy, and inconsiderate indeed!
There's a little bit of me wondering if it's your birthday you're talking about - or maybe I'm wrong.
I am invariably disappointed by birthdays, despite all protestations that they aren't that important. Somehow, being remembered by people for one day of the day seems just what ought to happen, no matter the age.
Well, whoever the birthday boy is, I hope his 18th is more fun than maybe his 17th was. Happy birthday to him.
Anita Helena: Some people are meant to be the spokesperson, though.
J.J.: Oh, well, I bet you subconsciously were trying to give him a second chance because you're a kind, faithful and sweet sister. ...Or would I lose that bet?
Madame DeFarge: It wasn't my birthday, I was really the person that got screwed over by the people that bailed at the last minute. He was happy, everyone at his party wasn't. But I guess you can't have everything.
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