I've always had mixed feelings about birthdays: I hate being the center of attention, and so I feel strange having a day all about me. But I've learned from experience that if I don't tell people about my birthday, it'll come out a few days later, and then instead of one day of birthday, I get a week of "Why didn't you tell us you had your birthday?" So I think I'm growing to actually like having a birthday and just appreciate the outpourings of love I recieve from friends and loved ones. Like the many sweet emails I got from parents and siblings today, or the Kinder Bueno (best candy bar ever. I'm serious) that my sweet friend Rachel gave me.
I am relieved, however, that I didn't get any presents today, outside of the package from my parents. I love getting Christmas presents, but birthday presents sometimes feel weird to me because I'm the only one getting presents. Also, I will never put my birthday on facebook. I hate getting all the wall posts from people I barely know. I much prefer happy birthday's from people who actually love me.
Anyone have any good birthday stories? Worst present ever? Most awkward birthday adventure? I'd love to hear!