Drama Isn’t Just For Queens

In my ususal "the glass is so empty" way, I’m expecting that there may be a "little" bit of drama tomorrow on my birthday. Oh yeah, tomorrow is my birthday. In case you haven’t been reading any of the posts before today. Anyway, back to the drama. My friend Ginny sent out an e-mail to all the real life friends inviting them out for a drinkie at The Garages tomorrow night. The Boy was invited. This is ok, but it’s not just for me. The drinkie, anyway, because on Monday it will also be Suzanne’s birthday, so we’re celebrating both. Actually, we’re calling it a "Cancer Celebration" which sounds a little morbid, but we’re talking astrologically, not oncologically. So there. Anyway, being that tomorrow is my birthday, I decided to invite CG. But of course I didn’t tell him it was my birthday. I think there was enough pressure on him just be me asking him to come and have drinks with me and my friends.

ANYWAY, point being is that is Boy shows up AND CG is there too, that could be interesting, but I just hope it doesn’t cause any drama amongst ANYBODY. However, back to my "the glass is so empty" outlook on possible drama situations, this could be a recipe for the BIGGEST DISASTER OF BIRTHDAY HISTORY.

Think I’m being overdramatic? Let’s go back to the time I had a sleepover for my birthday and my mom made some kind of bread instead of cake because CAKE WILL ROT YOUR BRAIN AND YOUR INNARDS and THERE WAS NO ICING TO BE HAD ANYWHERE!!!! It was at some point during my elementary school years….I blocked most of it out because it was so horrific. Also take into account that I am a summer baby so that meant that all my friends were gone during summer vacation (back in the day when I live in Saudi Arabia) and were in another country so having a birthday part was kind of pointless. At least, it seemed that way to me, but NO, NOT TO MY MOTHER. She saw this as an excuse to get all HER friends together for MY birthday. Do you know how much scarring can occur when you receive HORRIBLE CLOTHING for your birthday as a child? I mean, not only did I have to endure ADULTS at MY BIRTHDAY PARTY, but also receiving EYE-SEARING UGLY CLOTHING and having to ACT HAPPY ABOUT IT. But I’m not bitter. Nope. Not even a little bit. But it might explain my aversion to shopping for clothing…..hmmmm…….then again maybe not, but I digress. Oh, and what about the time I had a birthday party and everyone got mad at ME on MY BIRTHDAY. That might have been the same party that involved the LACK OF BIRTHDAY CAKE. I don’t remember clearly, what with the repressed memories and all.

Anyway, I’m just saying that I don’t have the greatest of birthday track records. I LIKE my birthday, just not necessarily celebrating it. So, what was I saying? Right. Drama. Birthdays. Boy. CG. Do you see where I’m going with this? What makes this even more sick and twisted is that I am a semi-people pleaser. Well, more like, I HATE CONFLICT. And if I’m not DIRECTLY INVOLVED in the conflict, then I try to solve the conflict. What’s the term I’m looking for? Peace keeper. That’s me. That’s the role I’ve played in my family since, oh, I don’t know, BIRTH maybe? Anyway, it’s so ingrained in me that I do it with EVERYONE. Not just family anymore. Ok, enough with the rambling.

Let me tell you the secret about my "the glass is so empty" outlook on situations that could possibly lead to more drama than The English Patient…I tend to expect the worst, hope for the best and figure it’ll even out somewhere in the middle. That way, should I have another WORST POSSIBLE BIRTHDAY EVER….YET AGAIN, then I will be prepared for it because I was already expecting it. However, if I actually have a GOOD birthday, I’ll have been hoping for it and pleasantly suprised that it actually happened. However, if it falls in the good, but unspectacularly eventful birthday category, then it landed somewhere in the middle.

So, I think I have rambled on sufficiently for one post. If your eyes didn’t glaze over about 5 paragraphs back, congratulations, you’ve made it to the end.

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