DECEMBER birthdays are kind of the worst.
Now, before everyone smashes me in the comments section for being a big, old brat, I challenge anyone lucky enough to be born in any of the other 11 months of the year to try celebrating YOUR big day when everyone else is celebrating someone else’s big day.
You’ll see, the festive season will always hijack your special day. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Before we go any further, I’ll tell you right now that, as of last week, I officially landed in the Late Twenties age bracket. And yet, funnily enough, it’s one of those things that doesn’t seem to get easier with age. Pathetic? Perhaps.
Here’s why having a birthday in December sucks.
Everyone is broke — including yourself.
Christmas parties, Christmas presents, festive outfits, wining and dining every second night, saving for New Year’s shenanigans = zero spare funds for superfluous activities.
Everyone is super busy.
Schedules are jam-packed with parties already. And didn’t you know it’s family time?
If you’re at university you don’t even get to party.
You’re chained to the desk. In the library. Studying for exams.
You don’t get to enjoy your own cake.
You’re too caught up with #shreddingforsummer, or saving yourself for The Big Feast.
People like to combine your gifts.
Why buy two pressies and two cards when you can buy one? Genius.
Family members who you rarely see will put your birthday present under the Christmas tree.
They may even be so bold as to wrap it in Christmas paper, with a convenient little Christmas tag.
You spend 11 months of the year hanging out for one celebration.
Only problem is, everyone else is celebrating something else.
Mum’s grand plan: “Let’s just celebrate your birthday at Christmas this year, so we can do it with the whole family!â€
Oh, you mean like last year, Mum?
DISCLAIMER — My birthday this year was lovely, but anyone fancy swapping next year? Just for one year? I promise to make you feel like this.