this is the first year my friends and mother neglected to get me a gift or anything of value. usually, i’d be given some money or something useful. occasionally, a friend would buy me a Steam game off my Wishlist. i had never come to expect this and told those buying me things that it was unnecessary and that i loved them regardless. my friends have supported me in many ways throughout my life. i truly owe them a lot and would never ask for more or hold this behavior to them every year.

however, i guess part of me came to appreciate their repeated kindness on my birthday over the years, because as the evening of my birthday approached i noticed other than a “happy birthday” or two i hadn’t received much attention at all. nobody gave anything.

damn. huh. well, we’re all in difficult spots financially. …but one of my friends is literally in his best paying job ever and has a decent savings account. i shouldn’t read into it. even if the reason was simply “eh i just didn’t want to,” i am okay with that of course, but it does sting a little. it makes me feel old and dehumanized. i am 36. who cares about the feelings of a 36 year old? who gets a gift for a 36 year old? who celebrates a 36th birthday?

i’m having a bit of existential dread, i think.