I read a post the other day about why many men don’t want to celebrate their birthday. I am one of those men. I’ve never really given why I feel that way much thought. I’m pretty sure it’s not related to any traumatic birthday from years gone by, so it’s definitely wrapped up in a general dislike of being MADE the centre of attention and/or a dislike of enforced participation in “fun”. That makes me sound like a miserable sod, which I am not. Fathers Day holds the same kind of focus, a spotlight on me. Given my qualification for the title of “father” was a few milligrams of sperm and several seconds of fun (for me!) it seems a little OTT to have an entire day to celebrate such a short moment. I jest. It was at least tens of seconds (or as I just mistyped “sexonds”, yeah baby!). I miss my own Dad, and when such thoughts crop up I often wonder what he thought about things like this. I can’t ask him, and that makes me sad. Yet in a short while, a small boy will rise from his slumber,…
No comments yet. Log in to reply on the Fediverse. Comments will appear here.