I hate birthdays.
I hate birthdays because my birthday usually sucks. It's hard to remember any really great birthdays. My husband jokes that it's a good birthday for me if I don't end up crying. It does seem like I've been sad enough to cry on a lot of my birthdays.
During my first year of college, I made a big fuss out of everyone's birthdays. I planned elaborate surprise parties at most, nice dinners at least for everyone in our group of friends. Then my birthday was during the summer, and nobody even bothered to wish me happy birthday. After that, I decided I was never going to plan anything for anyone's birthday EVER AGAIN.
The thing is, I'd like to be considerate to people. I'd like to bring in a cake every time someone at work has a birthday, but first of all, that would likely result in nonstop cakes, and I think it would also result in me feeling even more hurt than usual when my birthday goes unnoticed.
There's a lot of pressure on birthdays. You have to do something special and if the day is just GOOD, then it's a disappointment. Also, it would be cool to have been surprised at least once with something awesome.