It's my birthday this Sunday. I'll be turning 45.
I don't detest my birthday, that's too strong of a word, I've just never seen it as a big deal.
As a kid sure, it was fun, presents and a party.
But as an adult? I find it a bit odd that grown people would still get excited about it tbh.
I don't want presents, I'm a fully grown adult, if I want something, I'll buy it whenever i choose or when I have the funds to do so.
I don't want a party, I'm a fully grown adult, if I want to get pissed, I'll do so whenever i want and don't need to use any particular date, sport, event as justification to do so.
I don't want a meal out, I'm a fully grown adult, if I want a meal out, I'll have one in places i like to go to... Like Pizza Hut or the cheapest carvery I can find.
And I really really have zero interest in putting in a shit ton of effort to get dressed up and go out to town and end up in some grotty shit hole surrounded by piss head wankers and pissed women in too little clothing.
So I don't detest my birthday, I'm indifferent and find the weird obsession other adults have with theirs to be frankly immature and they should grow the fuck up. (I'm a fun person, can you tell...)