My birthday is always the worst day of the year. Of course, it's also in the depths of March, when it's freezing cold, icy, and dark. But it's also a silly cu

My birthday is always the worst day of the year. Of course, it's also in the depths of March, when it's freezing cold, icy, and dark. But it's also a silly custom that everyone else gets much too excited about, and so the disconnect between their expectations of my emotions and my lack of emotion about it is somewhat painful.