[ak482]

I'm the kind of person that enjoys celebrating my birthday. Okay so I'm a year older, but I enjoy being spoiled and thinking I'm semi important

Not this year, not at all. For the first time I'm truly dreading the prospect of my birthday. For the record I'm going to be 32 in April. It's the feeling that I have accomplished very little in my professional life and absolutely nothing in my love and sexual lives (as I'm sure you veterans know about my sorry no-account tales of woe). I just hate this feeling, and am looking to get through rather than enjoy the day

[allme]

I am 33 this year and feel exactly the same way! I have hated my birthdays since around 27 or 28. I hate being the centre of attention and the lack of birthday cards (childish I know) just goes to prove how little people even care....

Sending you hugs

[ididwhat?]

ak482... you've many years ahead of you to find success and accomplishment in your professional and personal life. In fact, I bet if you look closely, you already achieved some success in those areas, in some way. We age. We grow. In our mind, bodies, hearts, souls, emotions and senses.
Heck, April is a month away, still. A lot can happen in a month, too.
I admit, though, I can certainly relate... except... I'll be turning 53 on my next birthday, which is tomorrow. It's been so long since the mere prospect of romance, sex or emotional intimacy has touched my life that I fear my time is running out, or, perhaps never meant to be, for me there Unfortunately, I hit late 40's rearing to f*#!king go... if you know what I mean. I am single, alone and at times, achingly lonely... and sometimes, when I feel like crap, I look at my birthday as one year closer to my death... and that helps... often to bring me out of my funk.
Tomorrow I shall now dwell on what isn't in my life, however. I shall focus on what I am grateful to have in my life. I shall try my best not to think about the number 53! (no way in hell I am 53 years old, yet... nuh-uh. when did THAT happen? )
Tomorrow, I am volunteering at an all day and evening event for a local non profit organization... serving twofold: to help officially at the event, and to keep my mind occupied so it doesn't play the various "another-year-older" loops over and over and over all day.
I'm thinking I might have fun, maybe... Wait. My birthday. I can have fun if I want to. Sorry... rambling now...
Hugs to you two! And be nice to yourselves on your birthdays, ya hear!?

[Perna]

My life "began" at around 35. I got married a month before my 39th birthday and life has gotten better and better as I've gone along (I'm 63). The best thing I have learned is that life can get better and better as I go along

[ak482]

I'll try can't make promises. I'm no good to 99.9% of women because of my virginity. I've tried literally every option, with nothing except loss of money and a shattered heart. My friends boasting about their personal lives has made me hyper aggravated, and even more isolated so I don't want them to help get this degradation away. They may wish me a happy birthday, but there is only 1 way to make it happy and I can't afford to make it happen

[ak482]

Now my birthday is a week from Friday and I'm doing worse than ever. The fact that I know none of my friends will include me in their plans is weighing in on me. I've become a complete imbecile with a negative IQ at work, which is making me even crazier. I just hate my birthday now, it's another reflection on what a stupid, lazy, broke, loser virgin I have become. I am a waste, if I didn't have to work on my birthday, I would just sleep all day. I don't even know if my work will acknowledge me (he'll they may fire me for incompetence). Just take me out back and whoop me, please.