Yesterday at the gym a Spanish version of “Happy Birthday” was playing over the loudspeaker. It sounded like Alvin & the Chipmunks. It was “Cumpleaños Feliz, Cumpleaños Feliz, Cumpleaños Feliz” on a loop for about 4 minutes in the whiniest, self-complacent voice.
I felt very mocked.
This is the first time in my life I haven’t looked forward to my birthday. I don’t want it to be tomorrow. It’s 45 degrees outside, I see not a single ray of sunshine in the sky, and I feel very forgotten about.