I’ve always been the one to try and make sure that those closest to me have a great birthday. I go out of my way to get awesome gifts and write nice cards to let them know what they mean to me. Earlier this year I spent hundreds of dollars hiring a digital artist to create a rendition of my best friend as his favorite video game character and having it printed on a big banner. 

The thing is, I don’t have a lot of money and I make sacrifices to show that meaning. My best friend is loaded and has a six figure job. My birthday came and went yesterday without a word, from anyone. I don’t give a fuck about anyone else, but not even my best friend, for whom I bent over backwards to give a good birthday, couldn’t have been bothered to say anything.

And it’s not just this occasion that has brought me to this conclusion, but, I’ve come to terms with the fact that maybe my friends aren’t all that friendly. Maybe I’m placing my care where it will never be appreciated or understood. Maybe I just need new friends.