Its more than annoying, knowing someone who is this over-excitedly frenzied, above -obsessive fanatic with a discharge of mania and exhilaration propelling out of them and who thinks their birthday marks the start of the millennium’s jubilee.
Yes. that’s me!!!
December 8. Its when red drapes cover wall spaces, ribbons are custom-made so that they can fit the gifts, chocolates fall at every blink and the trumpets call out to start the annual celebration. Okay this is over-doing it but I am a spoilt little monster when it comes to this day. Maybe it’s the feel that makes you feel the world halts at midnight to clap at your moment or just that sentiment that makes you feel so very elite.
And why not. When you spend the rest of the year writing on other’s walls or out buying a card for someone else, or planning someone else’s surprise, there comes a day where the wall, the call and the purchase is reserved just for you.
This is the day where I want all the events to take place. Whether it’s a major sports tournament or the court’s verdict on an appeal or the release of a blockbuster or the day when the newspaper arrives at 8 instead of 9 or ebay’s discount Christmas sale. I love to see that single number flash on channels, print on billboards and written on every piece of paper. Call me crazy!
And I own those 24 hours.
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