The date of my birthday is kept secret every year until after the fact—’tis a bit of a long-running joke here on my blog. Older posts may contain the date, if I forgot to redact it.
I keep it a secret because people in my personal life act weird when my birthday is approaching. I also keep it on the down-low, because I dislike when people make a huge deal of it. Being the center of attention is so not my thing. On the other hand, I value some tradition in my life, being autistic and all.
A paternal cousin (not Charlise) tried to throw me a surprise birthday party, not even respecting my name preference or what other people who knew me better told her, and we had a falling out. ‘Twas a huge mess.Each image links to a different post in this tag.