So yesterday was my 27th birthday. I spent it with family members, and spent the evening alone. I did invite people round, but not a soul came. Some of my would be guests were unwell, or genuinely had other plans before my invite; and that's fine. But the remainder either made excuses, cried off at the last minute, or never responded at all. It's a good job these days I'm a lot happier in mown company.
This experience hasn't upset me too much, because these things happen, and none of it was within my control. I do however think it's a bit pathetic the way some people carried on. It's not an isolated incident either. The amount of time I've tried to make plans with people, only to be cancelled on a couple of hours before is ridiculous- and no, of course they don't reschedule.
It's times like this that I really do take stock of the ever thinning herd of people I give a shit about, and going forward, I'll probably just stick to those few for welcoming into my home.
