Anonymous wrote:Oh bs. My grandparents and parents celebrated every birthday. They had a dinner party and invited a ton of people every year. I learned to say a birthday toast at 5 and have offered one at every party. Different county. We flew back for as many of grandparents birthdays as I could when we moved here. Parents have been here 25 years and still do a big partly every year and a bigger one for the 10 year milestones. It's fun. They cook/cater the food and drinks. Guests bring flowers and sometimes presents. It's lovely. I've thrown myself a similar party since I moved to college and it's been a blast. Granted I provide everything, food, liquor etc. sometimes people bring things but rarely. It's a wonderful way to see people and celebrate a fun day. We just did that for my 36th, we had 30-40 people. My parents and inlaws helped cook and set up since I have a baby. Friends came with their kids, out of town guests. We had a great time eating and chatting in the back yard and watching kids play.
Anonymous wrote:I don't go over the top, but with so many illnesses taking people out at young ages these days I'm just happy to see another year alive. Several friends have died of cancer, and hey we're all late 20s. I'm just thankful to be alive honestly. I never post anything on Facebook on my birthday, but I do celebrate my birthday. This year is a milestone birthday (30), and I'm taking a cruise with DH. Nothing on Facebook. There's a serious problem with people "Facebook living." I read an article about it somewhere. I'll post it, if I can find it.
Anonymous wrote:OP, do the people you are denigrating in your post have children?
Anonymous wrote:OP, do the people you are denigrating in your post have children?
Anonymous wrote:It's lame and all a part of the narcissistic social media culture many people have come to unthinkingly embrace nowadays. It really infantilizes adults. Sure, I like some attention and notice on my birthday, and I still like to get birthday cards, but this over the top "Treat yo self" crap is pathetic.