I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I don't know what it is, anybody's only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives.
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I hate birthdays.
I hate birthdays. I thought that I only hated my own birthday, and then I realized that I hate my children's birthdays too.
I hate celebrating birthdays.
I like to go to anybody else's birthday, and if I'm invited I'm a good guest. But I never celebrate my birthdays. I really don't care.
I don't like my birthday. I don't like things that are directed towards me. It took me a long time to get over people asking me to write my name in the book.
The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.
I get uncomfortable when people give me presents and watch me open them. I don't have birthday parties, because the idea of a group of people singing and looking at me while I'm blowing out candles gives me hives.
I've never really made a big deal out of my birthday.
Birthdays are just weird! I like to have something simple like a dinner with friends and family if possible.
Anybody can have a birthday. It requires nothing. Murderers have birthdays. It's the opposite of anything that I believe in. And I don't like at work where you stop everything to sing 'Happy Birthday' to someone. I feel like that's for children.
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