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To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (53652)	7/22/2000 2:03:34 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Slap-Happy Birthday, Fred. I, with the others here I see, think it is appropriate and really nice to do something very special for one's Birthday. I tend to be very conservative? Un-splurgy? I think pressure has made me that way; or maybe I'm just a dick. No, wait ~ it's the pressure. And the conservatism. (Gaugie, conservative???) But hot dog, I am beginning to see that's not very good. Putting aside that I've been worried about money, I still could think radically and go do something flat-out fun. But I don't. I haven't been. And by golly, I'm not going to do that anymore. I think it's guilt! I think I just figured it out! "I don't deserve stuff." Stuff and time spent on me is a frivolity. (Is this my dad? Jeepers!) Anysway, the reason I say all this, is because may be other people have the same unconscious behavior and don't celebrate their birthdays in wonderful ways. Make themselves feel good. And I'm going to start. Maybe it's really good for a person, to have that fun. I just remembered I have that Other Condition, where you think of neat and wooly things to do 340 days a year, but when someone asks you what you want to do for your birthday, "Uhh........ I......I duhhhhhnno." I hate that. When I was five and six and seven, my parents would say whaya wanna do for your birthday, and I would "get back to my mom" with, "Be in a submarine." Yep. Then it was up to them, of course; realistic or not. And they got me in a sub, in port in LA or San Diego; I forget. (Military hardware blows my mind.) I heard about "Glass bottom boats" in Catalina? That messed up my life for weeks, imagining them. I pestered my parents mercilously about how they couldn't have glass bottoms. I HAD to see them. Just HAD HAD to. (I did.) (They did.) Matter of fact, I'm going to start thinking about my next birthday. Gives you one more day/date to look forward to; be excited about. (And if I start now, I will have time for the ideas to matoor "past anything involving girls.") I might start me a whole little ritual. Yes. Hee hee. Yah. Design a ritual. Hmmm.