My birthday is rapidly approaching. It’s this coming Sunday.
My wife has already been asking where I want to go, and she’s thinking who to ask along. While I appreciate the gesture, I don’t like the fuss. I managed not to have an 18th party, and I also dodged a 21st successfully. There was a 40th however. This was a surprise, and was sprung on me. Fortunately there was only a handful of friends there.
I’ve always liked going to other peoples parties, but I’ve always hated having my own. I can’t stand being the centre of attention. Not the actions of a typical Leo.
So I thought that this time we were just going for a meal, just the two of us, but apparently not. There’s one, maybe two others coming along. I suppose I can handle this, but – and this probably sounds selfish – I just want to go out, the two of us, for dinner, and not have to bother making small talk with other people.
When I think about having to spend time with other people, sometimes I start to feel claustrophobic. The idea of what’s supposed to be “my day” being out-with my control is really annoying me. I know when it comes round to it, I’ll enjoy it, BUT, it’s the not being in control that’s getting to me.