I Am Not a Princess

These Princess shoes don't fit.
These Princess shoes don’t fit.

A few months ago, one of my oldest friends (since preschool) was posting all sorts of photos on her Facebook page about it being her “birthday month”. So there were multiple pics of gifts and dinners for days. Now this wasn’t a special birthday like her 40th or anything, so getting gifts and meals for the entire month seemed like a strange thing to me. Then it dawned on me that this particular friend is definitely more of a Princess than I had imagined her to be.

I have another friend that considers herself a Princess, especially on holidays and her birthday. She makes a huge ordeal out of it, buys herself special cakes, and insists her husband buy her expensive jewelry, even though they can barely afford it. God forbid if you forget to tell her “happy birthday,” because she’ll pout about it for some time.

I just don’t get these types of women. For my birthday, which I try not to make too public, I usually get myself takeout from a place that serves delicious food or go somewhere to for a few drinks. (This year, a work friend took me out for sushi.) But I cannot for the life of me imagine celebrating for an entire month. That seems a little extreme. I would prefer to go on a nice trip somewhere for a week rather than have “things” that won’t make me happy. But that’s just me… because I am not a Princess.